After moving once or twice he drove it into the soil, and crawled on hands and knees into the fern so that Seaforth could only see his boots, and surmise by the rustling that he was groping amidst the withered fronds.

Once he caught a muffled expletive, after which the rustling ceased awhile, but it commenced again, and Seaforth wondered the more when Okanagan crawled out of the opposite side of the thicket, and set up a second stick in line with the other.

He had not the faintest notion of what his companion could be doing.
"Are you finding anything down there, Tom ?" he said.

Okanagan rose up with a little grim laugh.

"Thorns," he said.