Flames don't travel like that--huh ?" The light had moved suddenly, so that it seemed to jump clean away from the field of vision embraced by the glasses.

I had a little trouble in picking it up again.

I had to take down the glasses and look; and then I left them down and watched the light with my naked, lying eyes.

They did lie; they must have.

They said that a camp fire had abruptly picked itself up bodily and was slipping rapidly as a speeding automobile up a bare white slide of rock so steep that a mountain goat would give one glance and hunt up an easier trail.