Weeds were growing between the rotting boards and in one corner a hornets' nest as big as their heads hung from a sagging rafter.
"Gee," muttered Amy, "I'm glad we didn't accidentally disturb that, Clint!" In the doorway they stood and tried to re-enact the happenings of the night.

It wasn't easy to decide on the spot where the men had stood, however, but finally they agreed as to its probable location and walked toward the road, keeping a little to the left, for some fifteen yards.
That brought them close to a six-foot bush which, they decided, was the one Clint had walked into.

The Chief and the others joined them.
"About here, you think ?" asked the Chief.
"Yes, sir, as near as we can tell," replied Clint, none too confidently.
They viewed the place carefully, but, save that the grass seemed a trifle more trampled than elsewhere, there was nothing to indicate that the soil had been disturbed.

Nothing, at least, until one of the officers picked up a torn and twisted oak-seedling some sixteen inches long which lay a few feet away.

It's brown roots were broken as if it had been pulled up by force and tossed aside.