I could have sworn to it among a thousand, for no other woman in these parts had so delicate a foot.

Close to it, as though following after, was another that at first I thought must also have been made by a woman, it was so narrow.

But presently I saw that this could scarcely be, because of its length, and moreover, that the boot which left it was like none that I knew, being cut very high at the instep and very pointed at the toe.

Then, of a sudden, it came upon me that the Spanish stranger wore such boots, for I had noted them while I talked with him, and that his feet were following those of my mother, for they had trodden on her track, and in some places, his alone had stamped their impress on the sand blotting out her footprints.

Then, too, I knew what the white rag was that I had thrown aside.