He could distinguish a faint track, where the grasses had been disturbed, running straight across the sloo past the spot he occupied; but he thought that the person who had made the track had endeavored to leave as little mark as possible.

Then he glanced out between the poplar trunks across the sunlit prairie.

There was not a house on it; scarcely a clump of timber broke its even surface.

The bluff was very lonely; and George remembered that a trail which ran near by led to an Indian reservation some distance to the north.

While he considered, Edgar broke in: "As neither of us requires a pick-me-up, it might be better to leave the thing where it is." "That," replied George, "is my own idea." Edgar looked thoughtful.
"The case didn't come here by accident; and one wouldn't imagine that tonics are in great demand in this locality.