"So I'm going to join the delegation that returns to camp." Only Dick and Dave were left standing there by the cleft rock.
The sun had sunk below the horizon, but the light was still strong.
"If you fellows had taken it easily, as I asked," complained Dave, "we might have gotten hold of that elusive chap.

To me he looked hungry.

I thought he was eyeing our camp longingly, as though he'd like to stroll down and ask us for food.

But that startling charge of the light brigade must have bewildered or frightened him---and so he went up in smoke, as he has always done when we've sighted him.
"It wouldn't surprise me if we could find which way he has gone," whispered Prescott.
"What do you mean ?" "Look where I'm pointing with the toe of my boot," Dick went on.
"I'm looking." "Do you see anything ?" "The earth." "Look harder!" Down went Darry to his knees.
"Look out," warned Dick, "or you'll obliterate it." "And I was bragging of my good eyesight," grunted Darry.

"Why, this is a footprint, and none of our crowd saw it." "Besides, it's the print of a bare foot," Prescott went on.