After they got through, they'd go out through the small door wouldn't they?
This print, and this one, and this one," he said, holding a match, "were made by scout shoes--_to-night_, not an hour ago." "All the fellows except us two are in camp," said Nick.
"All right," Fido Norton shot back, "they might all be at the North Pole, but these prints were made by scout shoes _to-night_.

That's what I'm telling you." "All right," said Nick with a tolerant sneer in his voice, "the car was stolen by a boy scout, probably a tenderfoot.

Maybe it was stolen by a girl scout--" "No, they're scout shoe prints," said Norton, ignoring his friend's sarcasm, "and they're not an hour old, not a half hour, that's what I think." "Well, actions speak louder than footprints," said Nick; "what are we going to do, that's the question ?" "Whatever you say," said Norton cheerfully..