The others hurried to the side of the Black Cloud, drawn thither by his exclamation.
With wondering eyes the chief was gazing upon some marks on the soft clay bank.
And when the eyes of the other looked upon the strange mark, they wondered, too.
On the soft clay was imprinted an animal’s paw.
The impression was perfect; claws, all were there, and the keen-eyed chief, Noc-a-tah, picked out a short, gray hair that had remained stuck in the clay.
Ke-ne-ha-ha’s brow grew dark when he looked upon the strange impression.
“It is the mark of a wolf’s paw,” said the Black Cloud, astonished.
“Yes, and here is one of the hairs of the beast. It is a gray wolf,” observed Noc-a-tah.
“Let my warriors look further on, they may find more traces,” said Ke-ne-ha-ha, gravely.
The warriors obeyed the instruction.