“What is it?” he asked.
“Why, it seems as if another trail, much fresher, has crossed the one we were following,” replied the former overseer.
“Why does that bother him?” asked Frank.
“Just because Sim, here, declares the tracks are so much like some of those made by the men we’re chasing after, that he believes they must be the same parties!” Mr. Riley answered.
“Oh! that changes the case a heap,” remarked Frank. “Let me take a look and see if I can tell as much.”
A minute later he got up off his knees.
“How?” asked Bob, Indian fashion.
“Sim is dead right,” replied Frank.
“Same lot, then, Frank?”
“Not a little doubt about it,” replied the other.