We might go on.

But--what do you say?
Shall we stick for a day or two, and see what this country looks like ?" "Looks good to me," said Bruce.
He sat down as he spoke, with his back to a rock, and over his knee he levelled a long brass telescope.

From his saddle Langdon unslung a binocular glass imported from Paris.

The telescope was a relic of the Civil War.

Together, their shoulders touching as they steadied themselves against the rock, they studied the rolling slopes and the green sides of the mountains ahead of them.
They were in the Big Game country, and what Langdon called the Unknown.