“I’m coming.”
“Ve haf followed der drail to dot boint ofer dhere,” the baron explained, as the scout came up. “Idt vendt straight on; but Nomat he seen vot he took to pe dracks goming dhis vay; unt idt loogks as uff somed’ings had peen pitched town here.”
“We’re believin’ thet ther critter we follered sidetracked carefully to this point,” added Nomad, “an’ hyar he got rid o’ ther body he war kerryin’. Et looks et.”
The scout seized a bush, and began to go down the cliff side.
“We can soon discover if it is so,” he said.
“Vot dit you findt in der town?” the baron shot at him.
“Vera Bright, Juniper Joe, and his wife are all missing.”
“Waugh!” Nomad whooped. “We’ve been figgerin’ thet we’ve been follerin’ ther trail o’ Juniper Joe and p’raps his wife. Anyhow, thar’s big tracks and leetle ones. But we couldn’t make et come out right thet Juniper Joe an’ his wife had been hyar, when we reckoned they war back in ther own cabin.”
The scout soon reached the bottom of the cavity, which was bush-grown along its sides. He called up his discovery.