With shouts of good-bye, the boys turned away from the bungalows, and a few minutes later disappeared along the path running beside the brook.
CHAPTER XXIII
SHOOTING A WILDCAT
Less than half an hour later, the boys found themselves at the top of the cliff where Dave and Phil had seen the encounter between Link Merwell and the so-called wild man. A brief look around convinced them that the locality was deserted.
"Now to find the wild man's trail, if he left one," announced Dave, and the boys scattered in several directions, looking at the ground and the brushwood with great care.
"If we only had one of those Reservation Indians with us, he might help us pick up the trail," declared Roger. "As it is, I must confess I'm not much of a trail-finder."
"Oh, don't give up so soon," returned Dave. "Remember we have the whole day before us."
Presently Ben and Luke, who had turned southward on the cliff, let out a shout.