Green had started after Bevins, firing at him as he ran, but the thief made his escape into the brush.
In his flight, unfortunately for him, he dropped one of his shoes.
Leaving Williams in charge of Farley and "Long Doc," the man with the pack mule, Green and I struck out for Bevins.

We heard him breaking through the brush, but, knowing it would be useless to try to follow him on foot, we went back and saddled two of the fastest horses.

At daylight we struck out on his trail, which was plainly visible in the snow.
Though he had an hour and a half's start his track lay through a country covered with prickly pear.

We knew that with a bare foot he could make little progress.

We could see, however by the long jumps he was taking, that he was making excellent time.