Just look, and read the writing." The two boys looked at the marks in the sand, and followed them down to the moist ground on the edge of the water.
"They entered the river side by side," they said.
"That is plain; but the writing tells another story.

See, this footprint here is faint--very faint, eh?
He did not rest his weight on his left fore-foot.

Why, eh ?" "Because the bullet struck the left front leg," they both said.
"They learn the signs, Muata.

They will be hunters yet.

Tell them if the lion be hard hit, chief." Muata waded into the river, which reached to his armpits at the deepest, and bent over something on the further shore.