“Tracks,” said Grant.
“Tracks. What kind of tracks?”
“Can’t you guess?”
“Not railroad?” suggested George and he put up his arm as though he expected to have to ward off a blow.
“Don’t be silly, Pop,” exclaimed Grant. “Of course they weren’t.”
“Man tracks?” queried John.
“No,” said Fred. “They were goat tracks.”
“Is that right?” exclaimed George. “Did you see any goats?”
“No, but we saw a good many tracks.”
“I told you this was a wonderful island,” said John heartily. “You see we’ve even got a herd of goats here.”