"No, I was not near the back of that wagon. It was unoccupied. And you see that is a much larger foot than mine."
"You boy?"
"No, my boys are all going barefooted."
"Who?"
"I wish I knew."
The Indian was turning the scrap of paper he had picked up under the wagon over and over in his hands.
"Tore," he said, pointing to the ragged edges.
Mr. Peniman took the paper and scrutinized it carefully. It was but a small scrap, and its edges showed that it had been torn recently and hastily. As he turned it over the words: "and the said Lee C. Carroll——" caught his eye.
With a strange leap of his pulses he turned and ran to the Carroll wagon.
As he threw aside the rear curtain and looked in he uttered a loud exclamation.