Lilly rode over to where Tad was standing.
"He has been here again."
"He has?" exclaimed the guide.
"Yes, sir."
"How do you know?"
"These are the same hoofprints as the others. The horse had lost a shoe from the nigh fore foot. This horse also has lost a shoe from the off fore foot. I don't know which way he came, I haven't looked for that, but it is immaterial anyway. What is important is that he has gone in that direction—north, I think it is."
"Right you are. So the moccasin has been back here again, eh?" mused the guide. "Came back to see how well his little scheme worked? Well, I hope he is satisfied."
"Have you any idea where he has gone? Has he any place where he would go to get out of the way?"
"Say, I'll bet he has. I'll bet he is heading for Turtle Bayou," cried Lilly.
"How far is that from here?"