He made an epic figure as he leaned forward, every sense strained, every muscle alert, slim and shapely as a Greek--the eternal pathfinder.

Very gently he smelled the branches of a mulberry thicket.
"There's been an Indian here," he meditated.

"I kinder smell the grease on them twigs.

In a hurry, too, or he wouldn't have left his stink behind...

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