“And most significant of all that print was made within the last twelve hours.”
“How do you know that?”
“It’s easy. As you see it is not more than a foot from the water and if you’ll remember there was a strong wind blowing this way just before sundown yesterday.”
“And there must have been surf enough to have washed the print out if it had been there then,” Jack finished.
“Exactly.”
“But I don’t see how he got away from here without leaving a trail.”
“Neither do I and that fact rather downs my theory that he was a city man,” Bob acknowledged.
For another half hour they searched the surrounding neighborhood but without any result and finally started back arriving at the camp just as Jacques blew the rising horn.
“What’s next?” Jack asked when they were back in their cabin.
“Seems to me our best bet is to be outside tonight.”