The precious memory urged them
forward. They would search and search until they re-discovered it,
even though their whole lives were spent in the looking. They were
quite positive they would find him in the end.
All this lay somehow in the expression on Stumper's face as he glared
at them and ejaculated a triumphant "There! I told you so!" And at
that moment, as though to emphasize the thrill of excited bewilderment
they felt, a gorgeous brimstone butterfly sailed carelessly past
before their eyes and vanished among the pools of sunlight by the
forest edge. Its presence added somehow to the elusive and difficult
nature of their search. Its flamboyant beauty was a kind of challenge.
"That's what the caterpillar gets into," observed Tim dreamily.
"Let's follow it," said Judy. "_I_ believe the flying signs are best."
"Puzzlin' though," put in the Tramp behind them. They had quite
forgotten his existence. "Let's ask the gardener what _he_ thinks."
He pointed to a spot a little further along the edge of the wood where
the figure of a man was visible. It seemed a good idea. Led by the
Tramp, Uncle Felix and Stumper following slowly in the rear, they
moved forward in a group.
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