The lad had a painful feeling that he could never keep pace with the hunter, if this five-mile run was a sample of the speed he would be forced to maintain.
"They've got ahead of us, but which crick did they take ?" queried Wetzel, as though debating the question with himself.
"How do you know they've passed ?" "We circled," answered Wetzel, as he shook his head and pointed into the bushes.

Joe stepped over and looked into the thicket.

He found a quantity of dead leaves, sticks, and litter thrown aside, exposing to light a long, hollowed place on the ground.

It was what would be seen after rolling over a log that had lain for a long time.

Little furrows in the ground, holes, mounds, and curious winding passages showed where grubs and crickets had made their homes.