"You see the way in which it is pointing ?" "Yes; toward that patch of low bushes yonder.

But our chap couldn't have run through those low bushes, or we'd have seen him." "Yes; if he had been holding himself erect." "Or even had he crouched and run," Dave affirmed.
"Dave Darrin, you've played baseball, if my recollection serves me correctly." "Of course." "Did you ever slide for a base ?" "What-----" "Or see anyone else slide for base ?" "Then our man-----" "He held himself low and ran as far as the bushes," Dick went on.

"Then he fell and slid for it through the low bushes.

See, here's the second print of a bare foot, and the direction is the same." "Don't tell our mutton-head chums about it," Darrin begged.

"Let's follow it up ourselves." "All right," nodded Dick; "but if we find our fellow, don't let him suspect that we've reached his hiding place and know it.
We'll just see what we can find out, and not give ourselves away." "Go ahead," begged Darry.
"Remember, I'm not certain that we can find the fellow's hiding place before dark.