"He has tramped from Deering," said Crawley, "and passed the parties we are looking for."
"How far off?" I asked.
"A matter of forty miles," replied the tramp.
"Were they riding or walking?"
"Two was riding, one was walking."
"What was the conveyance?"
"What do you mean?"
"Were they riding in a carriage?"
"No, in a cart; top of sack of hay."
"What is the man who was walking like?"