"I goes to look at un, and I sees fresh tracks under the window where the man stands when he shoots." "Tracks!" exclaimed David.

"I never thought to look for tracks now! I weren't thinkin' of that! You thinks of more things than I ever does, Andy." "I weren't thinkin' of tracks either," said Andy, disclaiming credit for their discovery.

"Whilst you bakes the bread I just goes to look where the window is broke, and when I'm there I sees the strange-lookin' tracks." "Strange, now! How was they strange ?" asked Jamie excitedly, scenting a deepening mystery.
"They was made with boots with _nails_ in the bottom of un," explained Andy.

"They was nails all over the bottom of them boots, and they was big boots, them was.

They made big tracks--wonderful big tracks." "'Tis strange, now! Did you trace un, Andy?
Did you see what way the tracks goes ?" asked David.
"'Twere only under the window where the ground were soft and bare of moss that the tracks showed the nails.