The last glimpse I had he was dodging into that clump of bushes, but when I got there he was gone." "Ran along the fence," broke in Bell, pointing.

"You couldn't see him for the vines.

See, here's his tracks--sprinting some, too." We traced them easily as long as we found soft ground, but the turf beyond left no sign.

Yet he could not have turned to the left, or Bell and I would have seen him.

The fellow evidently knew this, yet if he ran to the right it would take him to the house.