“Vera Bright?”
“Der same. Dhey vas kvarreling vhen on der sdairs at der Casino, yoost pefore he gome avay.”
“But you didn’t see her follow him.”
“I tidn’t. Budt iss idt a sign dot she ton’t? She mighdt haf; and she mighdt haf done dhis shooding here.”
“What about those big tracks Nomad is following? They were not made by a woman.”
The baron jumped up and began to circle round the sandy spot, going farther and farther out, like a dog trying to pick up a lost scent.
At last he whooped a discovery.
“Idt vos der vomans, shure!” he howled, as Buffalo Bill hurried to him. “See der dracks uff dhem liddle shoon.”
The tracks which the baron had discovered were small, as if they had been made by a woman. In their haste, the scout and Nomad had overlooked them, or rather had not searched long enough to find them, after discovering the larger tracks.