He was crawlin' up towards yore wagon, I halted him an' he run." "You don't know who he was ?" "No.

I'll see his tracks, come day.

Go on to bed.

I'll set out a whiles, boy." When dawn came, before he had broken his long vigil, Jackson was bending over footmarks in the moister portions of the soil.
"Tall man, young an' tracked clean," he muttered to himself.

"Fancy boots, with rather little heels.