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So they waited until the warlike expedition had disappeared on the rolling prairie, and then they followed at a distance. And that was easy, for Injun could have tracked that mass of horses' hoofprints in his sleep. Most of the time Injun and Whitey were out of sight of the cattlemen.

In the opposite direction went Applehead and the others, their eyes upon the ground watching for the faintest sign of hoofprints. That blazing ball of torment, the sun, slid farther and farther down to the skyline, tempering its heat with the cool promise of dusk.

His face hardened until his resemblance to Tom became more marked than usual, but where the tracks led he followed. Too often had he trailed stray horses in the past to be puzzled now, whether he could see the hoofprints or not. They must have made for the other side of the creek, gone up Wild Horse gulch or the Little Squaw.

"I'm right. I can see horse tracks!" cried Larry. "This is the way they took, isn't it, Ned?" Thus appealed to, both Horace and the man rode up. "Larry's right," announced Ned, after a few moments observation, "Then what caused my tracks?" demanded Tom. "Here are horse tracks, too, only most of the hoofprints are made by cattle." "Oh, you can't tell a cow from a pony print," taunted Horace.

From there they put Jack on the freshest hoofprints leaving the place, and were led here and there in an apparently aimless journey to nowhere until, after Jack had been at fault in another rock patch, the trail took them straight away to the ridge overlooking the Quirt ranch. The two men looked at one another. "That's like Al," Lone commented drily.

Not even the hoofprints of horses could be found on the softer ground a short distance back from the stream. There are tricks in masking one's trail that the Kentucky mountaineers had learned from generations of feuds and attacks by revenue agents, which Grace Harlowe knew nothing of.

It was the same hoofprints, too, that I found up in the range where we first made camp. If that critter and I ever get close enough to see each other's eyes there's going to be a shooting match. When we get to the hills he will have the advantage of us, because he can get closer without being seen." "Please don't worry, Mr. Lang. We will meet that emergency when we come face to face with it.

Applehead took a restrained pull at the canteen, cocked his eyes back at the butte they had just passed, squinted ahead over the flat waste that shimmered with heat to the very skyline that was notched and gashed crudely with more barren hills, and then, screwing the top absent-mindedly on the canteen-mouth, leaned and peered long at the hoofprints they were following.

On his return he found neither wife nor lodge, but footprints and hoofprints in the ground showed to his keen eye that it was the Arapahoes who had been there. Getting on their trail he rode over it furiously, and at night had reached Oak Canon, along which he travelled until he saw the gleam of a small fire ahead.

But when they had to die just for stealing horses, it seems so wicked that this murderer " "Who can prove it?" asked the Virginian. "But don't you know it?" "I know a heap o' things inside my heart. But that's not proving. There was only the body, and the hoofprints and what folks guessed." "He was never even arrested!" the girl said. "No. He helped elect the sheriff in that county."