"It's so badly smashed up I can't tell much, but it does look to me as if there were marks of claws—large claws," answered the Indian finally. "But I can't tell for sure."
"This must be one of the B. P. herd," conjectured Dunk.
"Does it look like some bird had him?" asked Fly, eager to settle the doubt which had arisen.
"It looks like talons, all right. But I can't say positive. He's too riddled. I'll look around."
Carl separated himself from the circle and patrolled the ground round about.
"If there was any tracks the rain last night washed them away," he said finally, satisfied that nothing could be learned by further search.
"There could be no tracks of a bird, could there?" asked Hawke.
"If it's a big one, sometimes there's the sweep of the wings when they bear down on something."
"Well, let's ride on and see what Mr. Phipps has to say about it," suggested Dunk, after they had thoroughly inspected the animal a second time.
It was a hot, dusty and rather excited party that greeted Herb half an hour later at the B. P. corral.