“I’ll know after I’ve had a chance to develop the film,” he was told. “You know I have single ones that fit in frames, so they act like glass plates; only there’s no weight, and no danger of breaking them when you tumble.”
“Was the bait gone?” pursued Bluff.
“Yes, the string was broken across the middle; and it was a good strong cord,” Will informed him.
Frank saw Bluff nod his head as though pleased. He said nothing more, however, but as soon as breakfast had been disposed of they missed Bluff. He came in presently with a grin on his face.
“Guess you’re in luck to-day, Will,” he remarked carelessly.
“What makes you say that, Bluff?”
“Your visitor wasn’t a mink, nor yet a fisher, a fox, or a ’coon,” Bluff went on.
At that, Will began to show signs of excitement.
“Do you mean it was a wolf?” he demanded eagerly.
“Either that or a dog,” replied Bluff; and then seeing that it was only fair to explain further, he continued: “I found his trail as easy as falling off a log. Of course, I don’t pretend to be an authority on wolf tracks, because they look pretty much like a dog’s; but there were plenty around, so I figured there must have been a fair pack.”