“Mebby he’s chasing a rabbit,” Rex suggested.
“Sicum no leave camp till Injun up,” Kernertok shook his head.
“Well, that rifle’s gone and Sicum’s gone. Wonder what’ll go next,” and Jack, too, shook his head.
“But that gun never walked away of its own accord,” Bob assured him.
Jack was about to make some reply when an exclamation from Rex, who had gone down by the shore, halted him.
“Come here a minute.”
“Now what?” Bob asked as they hastened to where Rex was gazing at something on the sand.
“What kind of tracks do you call them?” he asked as soon as they had reached his side. He pointed at some marks the likes of which neither of the boys had ever seen.
The tracks, at which the boys looked in amazement, were nearly circular in shape and plainly showed the imprint of six toes. They led from the water’s edge along the shore for a distance of some twenty feet then turned sharply to the left and were lost in the dense woods.
“What do you make of them, Kernertok?” Bob asked.