They tell the whole story up to a certain point," answered Grace.
"Go on." "They unhorsed Hippy at that point, and I should not be at all surprised if they hit him over the head with a club or the butt of a revolver.
You see how easy it would be to do that without being discovered, the foliage being so dense over the trail.

After unhorsing him they at least dragged him back for some little distance before they picked him up.

I found the marks of his heels where they had dug into the soft earth as he was being dragged." "You--you said you wished to--to get something," reminded Miss Briggs, somewhat dazed by her companion's rapid recital.
"Yes.

I discovered it when I was on my knees examining the trail here." Grace stooped over and, thrusting a hand into the bushes, brought forth an object which she held up for Elfreda's inspection.
"Do you recognize it, J.Elfreda ?" [Illustration: "Hippy's Hat!" Gasped Miss Briggs.] "Hippy's hat!" gasped Miss Briggs.
"Yes.

Let us examine it.