"Winchester or Marlin; usual caliber; nothing to be made of that.

Now let's go and take a look at the place where the shot was fired." They traced back the path of the wounded beast from the spot where Grierson had found it, by the red splashes that here and there stained the short grass of the unfenced prairie.

At last they stopped where the ground was broken by a few low sandy ridges sprinkled with small birches and poplars, and Flett pointed to the mark of hoofs in a strip of almost bare, light soil.
"This is where he was hit," he said.

"You can see how he started off, going as hard as he could.

Next, we've got to find the spot the man fired from." It proved difficult.