Kid Wolf was up very early the next morning, and saddled Blizzard after a hasty breakfast. He had much to do.
The three S Bar men went part way with him—to a point beyond the south corral. It was here that Mrs. Thomas had found the body of her murdered husband. There seemed to be no clew as to who had performed the deliberate killing. Before The Kid left, however, he did a little scouting around. In the sand behind a mesquite, fifty yards from the spot where the body had been found, he discovered significant marks.
"Come ovah heah, yo' men," he sang out.
Distinct in the sand were the prints made by a pair of low-heeled, square-toed boots.
"Well," Anton grunted.
"Know those mahks?"
All shook their heads. They had certainly been made by an unusual pair of boots. In a country where high-heeled riding footgear was the thing, such boots as these were seldom seen. All three admitted that they had seen such boots somewhere, but, although they racked their brains, they were unable to say just who had worn them.
"Well, take a good look at them," drawled The Kid. "I want yo' to be witnesses to the find. Some day this info'mation might be of use. In the meantime, adios, boys!"
"Good luck!" they shouted after him. "We'll be on hand at Mariposa mañana morning."
Kid Wolf hit the trail for Mexico at a hammer-and-tongs gallop.