They knew it for a buck, because of its size and the roundness of the toes.
Before long, Rolf said: "See, Quonab, I want to learn this business; let me do the trailing, and you set me right if I get off the line." Within a hundred yards, Quonab gave a grunt and shook his head.

Rolf looked surprised, for he was on a good, fresh track.
Quonab said but one word, "Doe." Yes, a closer view showed the tracks to be a little narrower, a little closer together, and a little sharper than those he began with.
Back went Rolf to the last marks that he was sure of, and plainly read where the buck had turned aside.

For a time, things went along smoothly, Quonab and Skookum following Rolf.

The last was getting very familiar with that stub hoof on the left foot.

At length they came to the "fumet" or "sign"; it was all in one pile.