“You ought to know that it takes at least two foot prints to judge a man’s height by and we’ve only one, but look at it yourself and see if it tells you anything.”
“Hum, ’bout a number eight and it wasn’t a moccasin. That’s about the limit of my deductions,” Jack declared a moment later.
“You hit all except the important points,” Bob smiled.
“Such as what?”
“Well, in the first place, that print was made by a heavy man and—”
“I might have mentioned that except that I thought it was too obvious,” Jack interrupted.
“And again it was made by a man from the city.”
“Not necessarily. He might have found those pointed toed shoes or they might have been given to him or—”
“Deductions are seldom absolute,” Bob broke in. “I’m only stating what is probable and you never saw a native with a pair of shoes, that would make that mark, on his feet.”
“My error. Pray proceed.” Jack humbly apologized.