ince then the boys of Bloomsbury, not to be wholly outdone, had set to
work, and actually carved a set of rough steps, that were hardly more
than footholds, in the uneven rock; so that the most daring had been
able to climb up; and with the aid of a friendly rope carried along for
this purpose, get down again in safety. But in the annals of
Bloomsbury the Bird boys would be set down as the pioneers who led the
way to the peak.

Frank and his cousin were soon walking around the rocky plateau, using
their fieldglasses to observe the many things that lay stretched out in
every direction. It was well worth all the trouble it cost to enjoy
that magnificent view; for they could see for many miles in every
direction.

Andy more than once turned the glasses toward the quarter where they
had had their peculiar little adventure that morning. But of course he
saw no sign of the unknown party who had fired the shot. The dense
forest would naturally prevent their sighting him when miles away.

Half an hour they spent in this manner; and then Andy suggested that
they might just as well be starting for home.

"I notice that the wind is beginning to come up quite some," he
remarked. "And at such a height I rather guess it can blow for all
that's out, when it wants. Besides, we've got a number of little
things we had expected to attend to at the shop."

"All right," replied Frank, who was using the glasses at the time.
"I'll be ready to join you in a minute or so."

"You seem to be interested in taking in our practice field," remarked
his cousin. "See the boys; and are they watching us right now?"

"I was wondering what was going to happen," said Frank, taking the
glasses down.

"Happen--to us, do you mean?" Andy asked, instantly taking the alarm,
because he saw from Frank's manner that the other meant something by
his remark.

"Here, have a look, and then tell me if you recognize it."

Andy immediately accepted the glasses, and clapped them to his eyes.
He had no sooner done so than he gave vent to an exclamation.

"I know now what you meant, Frank," he remarked.

"Well, what do you make of it?" asked the other.

"The same car, beyond a doubt; and it's stopped in the road right in
front of the bars where we enter our field. Yes, and there's that
mysterious Mr. Marsh going into the field right now. Frank, he knows
we're away, for he must have seen us sailing around up here. And
that's why he's heading for our s