Will Of The Mill — George Manville Fenn

"Here, I say, Josh, such a game " "What is it?" The first speaker pointed down the gorge, tried to utter words, but began to choke with laughter, pointed again, and then stood stamping his feet, and wiping his eyes. "Well," cried the other, addressed as Josh, "what is it? Don't stand pointing there like an old finger-post I can't see anything."