Allan shook his head.
“No,” he replied, “I don’t think so.”
“But why shouldn’t it be?” continued the other scout, bound to know.
“Why, you can see that the ground was still quite wet when he passed along here. That wouldn’t have been the case this morning, for in twelve hours or more it must have dried out pretty well,” Allan explained.
“That’s so; I never thought of such an easy explanation,” Step Hen admitted.
“Oh! there’s a heap of things about this business we don’t know,” said Giraffe; “but it all sounds so mighty interesting I’m bound to learn right along.”
They were following the new trail while exchanging remarks along this line.
“One good thing about it,” Thad went on to say, “we now know Bumpus must have come through the storm all right.”
“However did he do it?” murmured Giraffe, perplexed because the tenderfoot was proving such a wonder.
“Three to one he found a hollow tree and crawled in,” grumbled Step Hen. “With the luck he’s got, why of course lightning never struck there; while with me it was just sure to.”