The snow was covered with blood and hair and part of the carcass remained uneaten.

Again Wabi forgot his determination to waste no time and paused to investigate.
"Now, if we only knew what kind of a fox he was!" he exclaimed to Rod.
"But we don't.

All we know is that he's a fox.

And all fox tracks are alike, no matter what kind of a fox makes them.

If there was only some difference our fortunes would be made!" "How ?" asked Rod.
Mukoki chuckled as if the mere thought of such a possibility filled him with glee.
"Well, that fellow may be an ordinary red fox," explained the Indian youth.