"Where do you see it, then?"
"Oh, don't pretend to be looking at your feet."
And pointing out to me at some distance a scarcely perceptible white streak in the snow—
"There she is!"
Immediately he galloped up to it; I followed in a couple of minutes; we had dismounted, and were examining the track of the Black Pest.
"I should like to know," cried Sperver, "how that track came here?"
"Don't let that trouble you," I replied.
"You are right, Fritz; don't mind what I say; sometimes I do speak rather at random. What we want now is to know where that track will lead us to."
And now the huntsman knelt on the ground.
I was all ears; he was closely examining.