“And you ran in that manner from an old moccasin!” said Glenn, reproachfully.
“But there was a foot in it!” continued Joe.
“A he man’s foot?” inquired Sneak, quickly turning to Joe.
“How could I tell whether it was a he man’s foot, or a female woman’s, as you call them?” replied Joe.
“Are you sure it was a human being’s foot?” demanded Glenn.
“Well, I never saw any other animal but a man wear a buckskin moccasin!” replied Joe.
“An Irishman can’t tell any thing right, nohow you can fix it,” said Sneak.
“They can’t tell how you make wooden nutmegs,” retorted Joe.
“Come,” said Glenn, “we will go and examine for ourselves.”
The party set off in a brisk walk, and soon reached the scene of Joe’s alarm. Sure enough, there was the moccasin, and a man’s foot in it!