When he had gone some distance, he sat down and took from under his coat two huge, crudely made moccasins of coyote skin.

These he pulled on over his shoes, tied them around his ankles and went on, still keeping close under the hill.
He reached the place where Fred Thurman lay, stood well away from the body and studied every detail closely.

Then, stepping carefully on trampled brush and rocks, he approached and cautiously lifted Lone's coat.

It was not a pretty sight, but Swan's interest held him there for perhaps ten minutes, his eyes leaving the body only when the blaze-faced horse moved.

Then Swan would look up quickly at the horse, seem reassured when he saw that the animal was not watching anything at a distance, and return to his curious task.