Right by my car was a break in the brush through which I could see the school.

Something moving in the brush may be your best friend.

They must have been in the brush, right where the car stopped.

But I did turn my head enough to check a movement in the brush.

"Either of you want to go back there in the brush after him?"

At least there was somebody in the brush to my left.

Then came an opening in the brush, and he saw a figure moving ahead.

"Not since I got back here in the trees and brush."

He's been lying out in the brush where he was left for dead.

We hadn't anything to talk about right at the moment so I just kept out of sight in the brush and then followed.