"Here's your chance," he whispered.
"Where?" was the eager query.
"There; see that gray and white thing?"
"I can't see him."
For five minutes Rolf tried in vain to make his friend see that
statuesque form; for five minutes it never moved. Then, sensing
danger, the buck gave a bound and was lost to view.
It was disheartening. Rolf sat down, nearly disgusted; then one
of Sylvanne's remarks came to him: "It don't prove any one a
fool, coz he can't play your game."
Presently Rolf said, "Van, hev ye a book with ye?"
"Yes, I have my Virgil."
"Read me the first page."
Van read it, holding the book six inches from his nose.
"Let's see ye read this page there," and Rolf held it up four
feet away.
"I can't; it's nothing but a dim white spot."
"Well, can ye see that loon out there?"
"You mean that long, dark thing in the bay? "
"No, that's a pine log close to," said Rolf, with a laugh, "away
out half a mile."
"No, I can't see anything but shimmers."
"I thought so. It's no use your trying to shoot deer till ye get
a pair of specs to fit yer eyes. You have brains enough, but you
haven't got the eyesight of a hunter.
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