“Have you any with a star on?” asked Teddy.
“I had just one pair like that,” Mr. Crispen answered. “But I sold ’em, day afore yistiday. Sort of funny, it was, too. I had ’em in stock a long time. But nobody seemed to want that pattern.
“Then, day afore yistiday, all of a sudden, a young fellow came in here and bought ’em. Said he sort of fancied ’em. So I sold ’em to him.”
“Do you know who he was?” asked Joe, eagerly.
“Well, I don’t know him, exactly. But I got his name down somewhere. He said he wanted another pair of star heel plates and I said I’d send and get some. So I took his name to send a postal to him when they come. I got it somewhere—I mean his name.”
“What sort of a man was he?” asked Teddy.
“Oh, sort of tall and thin. Funny part of it was he had a long rope with him, sort of a lasso I took it to be. He might be one of them Wild Westerners for all I know. I got his name some place around here.”
While Mr. Crispen was getting up from his bench to look for the name and address of the buyer of the star heel plates, Teddy whispered to his chums:
“We’re on his trail! We have the heel plate clue! Maybe now we can trace the mysterious deer!”