"It's grown a lot colder, while you lads slept, though I think you can follow it without any trouble, Tayoga." The red lad said nothing, but at once picked up the traces, which now led south, slanting back a little toward the lake.
"Black Rifle was going fast," he said.

"His stride lengthens.

He must have divined where St.Luc with his force lay, and he took a direct course for it.

Ah, he turns suddenly aside and walks to and fro." "That's curious," said the hunter.

"I see the footprints all about.
What did Black Rifle mean by moving about in such a manner ?" "It is not odd at all," said Tayoga.