I should say that it was much more likely that it was the son of one of the moorland shepherds taking out his father's dinner.

The least appearance of opposition struck fire out of the old autocrat. His eyes looked malignantly at me, and his gray whiskers bristled like those of an angry cat.

Indeed, sir! said he, pointing out over the wide-stretching moor. Do you see that Black Tor over yonder? Well, do you see the low hill beyond with the thornbush upon it? It is the stoniest part of the whole moor. Is that a place where a shepherd would be likely to take his station? Your suggestion, sir, is a most absurd one.

I meekly answered that I had spoken without knowing all the facts. My submission pleased him and led him to further confidences.

You may be sure, sir, that I have very good grounds before I come to an opinion. I have seen the boy again and again with his bundle. Every day, and sometimes twice a day, I have been able -- but wait a moment, Dr. Watson. Do my eyes deceive me, or is there at the present moment something moving upon that hill- side?

It was several miles off, but I could distinctly see a small dark dot against the dull green and gray.

Come, sir, come! cried Frankland, rushing upstairs. You will see with your own eyes and judge for yourself.

The telescope, a formidable instrument mounted upon a tripod, stood upon the flat leads of the house. Frankland clapped his eye to it and gave a cry of satisfaction.