“Then let’s go back and get ready to move.”
The pair strode back without another word, the Indian’s admiration for the freckle-faced boy having increased greatly since Tad had beckoned him from the camp.
Shortly after noon as they were casting about for a favorable place in which to make their mid-day halt, Ned Rector, who was riding to the right of the others, uttered a shout.
“What is it?” cried Tad.
“There has been a campfire here.”
“How did you find it?” wondered Tad.
“My pony walked through it and kicked up the ashes. Who do you suppose it could have been?”
“I am sure I don’t know. See anything about the remains of the fire that tells you anything?”
165“No. What is there to see, Tad?”
“It takes a woodsman to see things,” declared Stacy Brown, getting from his saddle and gravely strolling to the heap of ashes, into which he thrust one hand.