"That's it," continued WEEDEN, pulling down his cap to hide, perhaps,
the spot where wisdom would leak out. "And, talking of signs, I say--
find out yer own pertickler sign, then follow it blindly--till the
end."
He straightened up and looked with an air of respectful candour at the
others. The decision of his statement delighted them. The children
felt something of awe in it. Something of their Leader's knowledge
evidently was in him.
"Miss Judy, she gets 'er signs from the air," he said, as no one
spoke. "Master Tim goes poking along the ground, looking for something
with his feet. He feels best that way, feels the earth--things a-
growin' up or things wot go down into 'oles. Colonel Stumper--and no
offence to you, sir--chooses dark places where the sun forgets to
shine--"
"Dangerous, jungly places," whispered Tim, admiringly.
"And Mr. Felix--" he hesitated. Uncle Felix's easiest way of searching
seemed to puzzle him. "Mr. Felix," he went on at length, "jest messes
about all over the place at once, because 'e sees signs everywhere and
don't know what to foller in partickler for fear of losin' hisself.
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