Harry laughed, and was satisfied. "That was certainly clever," he remarked. "But why shouldn't they be clever. These boys are the finest and bravest in the world," and Uraso and Muro smiled and were happy at this encomium of the boy they all loved so much.
"The last foot I have counted is that little sawed-off sample that has danced all around the edge; see it here, and here!"
Muro walked forward, and, stooping down, pointed to the imprint of a shoe, said: "That is our boy's shoe."
Uraso laughed, as he admitted neglecting George's presence in the crowd of prints. "But I have found something else. George has had an interview with the Chief. He has been making some explanations to the Chief about his revolver."
John smiled, and kept his eye on a tree to the right.
"And how do you know that?" asked Harry.
Uraso walked over to the tree, after picking up something, and pointed to a cut-out in the side of the tree. It was the mark of the bullet, and the circular cut which George had made that John had observed, and which had been noticed by Uraso and Muro.
"The scene here looks very promising to me," said John.
"Yes, it is better and better," remarked Muro.