"Never had a peep. He dodged back so that when I got the water out of my eyes he was gone. I saw those bushes over there moving, and knew he ran off that way."
Will walked over to the bushes, looking cautiously about, but seeing no one.
"Sure you didn't—er—go to sleep out on that log, and dream somebody gave you a push?" he queried, cautiously.
"Rats! I guess I ought to know. But see here, perhaps you can prove it," declared Bluff, indignantly.
"How?" demanded the other.
"Look down at your feet and see if he left any trail, that's how."
Will immediately did as he was told.
"Say, come here. There are tracks all right. Perhaps you're better up in that sort of thing than I am. It was a human being after all, and no dream," he called.
Bluff hastened to join him.
"Why, of course, just as I said. This is where he hurried away. You can see the mark of his feet easy. And looky there, one shoe, the right, has got a patch on it, a piece that runs to a point. Oh! I'd know that skunk any time from that. It's a sure clue, I tell you," he exclaimed.