He mounted the three stone steps, and with his eyes on the ground, slowly advanced to the spot where the struggle had taken place.
"How tall a man did you say Mose was ?" he called down to us.
"Little short fellow--not more than five feet high," returned the sheriff.
Terry took his ruler from his pocket and bent over to study the marks at the scene of the struggle.

He straightened up with an air of satisfaction.
"Now I want you men to look carefully at those marks on the lower borders of the pool, and then come up here and look at these.

Come along up in single file, please, and keep to the middle of the path." He spoke in the tone of one giving a demonstration before a kindergarten class.

We obeyed him silently and ranged in a row along the boards.
"Come here," he said.

"Bend over where you can see.