"The entire imprint is not made, but there is enough to indicate very clearly that a human foot and nothing else pressed there.

Here is another trace, although lighter, and here another and another.

The trail leads southward." "But granting it to be that of a man," Grosvenor again objected, "it might be that of any one of the thousands who roam the wilderness." The great red trailer who had inherited the forest lore of countless generations smiled.
"It is not any one of the thousands and it could not be," he said.

"It is easy to tell that.

The footsteps are those of a white man, because they turn out, and not in, as do ours of the red race.