Words and figures had been carefully scratched out and others inked in.
“I had an idea this was what he was up to,” said Nick. “We shall find Claymore out at Low’s farm.”
The four men set out for Mason Creek soon after.
Nick went in Low’s wagon, and Patsy and Kerr in one they hired.
When they came to the beginning of the trail, Nick got down and told the others to drive slowly on.
“I’ll take the short cut,” said he. “You keep on by the road, and if he escapes me he’ll run into your hands.”
As it was late in the spring, light came early.
The day was beginning to break when Nick passed the dead body of the panther.
As he approached nearer Low’s house he moved cautiously.
Coming to the edge of the cleared land, he saw a man busy with a shovel at a little distance.