And the printing was almost too nice for that.
Utterly dismayed, Tom looked again for human footprints but the nearest were those of Hervey on the other side of the log, some ten or a dozen feet beyond.
"Did either of you fellows do that ?" Tom asked, pointing.
"Does--does it mean I can't have the badge ?" Skinny asked, apprehensive of Tom's mood.
"Did either of you fellows do that ?" "N-no," Skinny answered timidly.
"Have you brought any one else up here ?" "Honest--I ain't." "Well then," said Tom, with a kind of grim finality, "either some one else who didn't have any feet has been here or else that animal knows how to write.

Look there." Skinny obediently looked again.

There below the log and close to the tracks were printed as clear as day the letters H.T.They were about two inches in size.
"Take your choice," said Tom with a kind of baffled conclusiveness which greatly impressed his little companion.

_"Either those letters were printed there by some one who didn't have any feet, or else the animal knew how to write.

Either one or the other.