But here and there, in other localities, there showed faint signs of cattle and horse tracks.
The morning passed, with Wade slowly climbing to the edge of the black timber.

Then, in a hollow where a spring gushed forth, he saw the tracks of a few cattle that had halted to drink, and on top of these the tracks of a horse with a crooked left front shoe.

The rider of this horse had dismounted.

There was an imprint of a cowboy's boot, and near it little sharp circles with dots in the center.
"Well, I'll be damned!" ejaculated Wade.

"I call that mighty cunnin'.
Here they are--proofs as plain as writin'-- that Wils Moore rustled Old Bill's cattle!...