They had followed Grace and Hippy and were eagerly peering over the heads of the two kneeling Overlanders.
"Footprints of a pair of heavy boots," announced Hippy.

"The impression they have left in the moss is unmistakable.

This looks as if he had rested his gun-butt here," he added, laying a finger on another depression in the moss.
"I do not think so," said Grace, after examining it critically.

"I should say that the man made that second impression with the toe of his left boot.

By looking at the impression of the right boot you will observe that it sunk in deeper, meaning, probably, that he threw his weight on the right foot and took a step forward with the left, only the toe of which was on the ground as he leaned forward to peer into our camp." "'Ma'velous! Ma'velous, Sherlock!' How do you do it ?" chortled Hippy.
"Elfreda, please fetch my revolver.