The dry grass revealed nothing, and they vainly searched several of the neighboring hillocks, where it grew less thickly.

Scorching sunshine beat down on them and a strong breeze blew the sand about.

At length Flett pointed to a few half-obliterated footprints on the bare summit of a small rise.
"The fellow stopped here with his feet well apart.

He'd stand like that while he put up his gun.

Sit down and smoke while I copy these marks." He proceeded to do so carefully, having brought some paper from the homestead.
"Have you any reason for thinking it was a standing shot he took ?" George asked.
"I haven't; I wish I had.