"The redskin and Jim was friends.

See, here's their prints side by side, going slow.

What in thunder was old Jim up to ?" The trail was plainer now, and led along the scarp of the ridge to a little promontory which gave a great prospect over the flaming forests and yellow glades.

Boone found a crinkle of rock where he flung himself down.

"It's plain enough," he said.