"I should say I did; that is, I did not discover anything that I could
feel certain about. But some one has been here. There was just one
footprint in a bit of soft dirt, but some one had most provokingly
stepped on it, nearly obliterating it. From what I could make out of
the original footprint it wasn't made by any of our party. That is all
I found, but enough to verify our suspicions. Where is Jane going?"
Jane McCarthy was moving away from camp, apparently following the trail
made by the party when they came up from the river to make camp among
the trees.
"That's a good idea, too," she added approvingly, instantly catching
the significance of Jane's action. "I never thought of trying it."
"I don't know just what you mean, but anything not thought of by you I
shouldn't consider worth bothering about." Miss Elting laughed softly,
patting the brown head beside her. "There! She is returning, and
empty-handed like yourself, I'll warrant."
"Do not be too certain of that. On the contrary, Jane has discovered
something."
"Why do you think that?"
"I can tell by the swing of her shoulders.
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