Maybe it didn't have anything to do with the scouts, but maybe it did.
And even if it did I couldn't make out what it meant, because that shoe was no scout shoe.

I know a scout shoe when I see one, you can bet.
Anyway, I made up my mind I was going to follow that track as far as I could.

Maybe it would peter out on a street or something and then--good night! You'll see what happened in the next chapter.

Oh boy, it's going to be a peacherino!.