The bees were buzzing over it.

It was not a tree with which he was familiar, and stepping back, he looked at it carefully.

Then at its base, wind-driven into a crevice between the roots, his attention was attracted to a crumpled sheet of paper, upon which he could see lines that would have attracted the attention of any architect.

He went forward instantly, picked up the sheet, and straightening it out he stood looking at it.
"Holy smoke!" he breathed softly.

"What a find!" He looked at the reverse of the sheet, his face becoming more intent every minute.