“Look here, fellows!”
“What is it?” asked Jerry, as he and Bob galloped up.
“Look at those queer marks!” cried Ned, pointing to the ground.
[CHAPTER XXII]
ANXIOUS DAYS
The boys sat silent in their saddles and looked down at the queer tracks left in a place where the earth was soft. The marks were like two shallow depressions in the ground, about a foot across and separated by about eight feet. They looked to have been made by some rounded body, for in the center the depressions were more deeply indented than on the edge, and the marks, or tracks, curved and twisted this way and that, but always in almost an exact parallel.
“What do you make of them?” asked Ned, and both he and Bob glanced at Jerry.
“They’re queer,” said the tall lad at length.
“You’re right there,” assented Bob. “But what do they mean?”