Here was the broken end of a lariat.

Here had been a little bivouac, a bed scraped up of the scanty fallen leaves and bunches of taller grass.

Here were broken bushes--broken, how?
There was the fire, now sunken into a heap of ashes, a long, large, white heap, very large for a cowman's camp fire.
And there-- And there was it! There was some Thing.

There was the reason of this unspoken warning in the air.

There lay the object of their search.