“That’s nothing,” said Gordon, encouraged. “Do you know how—”
“Just a minute,” interrupted the serious-looking boy. “After you saw the turtle mark, didn’t you see any other sign?”
“No,” answered Gordon. “I was so crazy to get here that I didn’t look.”
“Yes, of course,” agreed the boy. “You say you saw the wet spot near the swamp, then you started up the hill crossing the road?”
“Yes.”
“Have some more stew?”
“Y-es.”
“Here, Cattell, fill her up again! He’s game.” Then to Gordon, “Did you find any trail up the hill?”
“No—didn’t look. If I hadn’t spotted you fellows from the top of the hill, I’d have gone back down again, most likely, and tried to pick her up, bird’s-eye.”
“You mean with the fire, the way you did before?”