The baron and the scout were staring dumfounded at the place where the body had last been seen.
“Idt iss gone!” the baron howled. “Yumpin’ yack rappits, idt iss gone!”
“It’s true, gentlemen,” the scout supplemented; “the body that we left right here has disappeared.”
The thing was astounding.
“More excitement baron!” Nomad yelped.
“Don’t I knowed idt? I am grazy mit excidemendts.”
“Yer air shore gittin’ good measure, Schnitz!” the trapper whooped.
He began to look for the trail of the man who must have borne the body away.
Tracks were found almost immediately—those of a man, whose shoes cut rather deeply into the ground, and made some impression even where the soil was hard; showing that he had borne a burden. There could be not a doubt that the burden was the body of Jackson Dane.