I believe I grinned all day and all night for a week after that, it made me think I was such a nice feller.

Maybe it'll be the same way with this.

Hello!" The trapper paused abruptly, for on the ground before him he saw the unmistakable imprint of a moccasin.

A single glance of his experienced eye assured him upon that point.
"That there are Injins in these parts is a settled p'int with me, and that red and white blood don't agree is another p'int that is settled.
That track wasn't made there more nor two hours ago, and it's pretty sartin the one that made it ain't fur away at this time.

It happens it leads to the north'ard, and it'll be a little divarsion to foller it, minding at the same time that there's an Injin in it." For the present the trapper was on a trail, and he kept it with the skill and certainty of a hound.