"Oh, no, Skyrocket isn't a bloodhound," answered Ted. "Why?"
"Well, I thought maybe if he was he could smell at these marks in the snow and then track the man to where he was and we could get back the pudding," Harry went on.
"Guess there wouldn't be much of the pudding left," said Tom, with a laugh.
"No," agreed Ted. "Anyhow, Skyrocket isn't a bloodhound, and I don't believe he'd know how to track a man down."
And evidently Skyrocket didn't take much interest in the strange footprints in the snow, for, after sniffing them once or twice, he raced away to chase a snowbird which flew down to get the crumbs Aunt Sallie scattered from the dinner table. Of course Skyrocket couldn't catch or harm the snowbird, and he knew it, but he loved to race about and bark.
"No use trying to get him to follow a trail," said Tom. "He's too crazy! A good dog, but too crazy!"
"That's right!" assented Ted.
Uncle Toby, having listened to the talk of the boys, went back into the cabin, and soon came out with his heavy overcoat and cap on.
"Where are you going?" asked Ted.
"Oh, just down to the village. You boys stay here and look after things until I get back," was the answer.