No!" "Nothing's too low down for him," said Wid Gardner.
There were footprints in the path where the neighbors had stood, but Sim's eye caught others not trampled out, in the strip of sand toward the willows--two footprints, large, and beside them two others, small.
The two, old big-game hunters as they were, began to puzzle out this double trail.
"He was a-leading her out this way, Sim," said Wid, pointing.

"Look a-yonder, where we come in--them wheel tracks wasn't yours nor mine.
Now, look-a-here, in this little open place where the ants has ate it clean--here's her footprints, right here.

No use to hunt the creek or the willers, Sim--she's went off in a wagon." "He took my six-shooter," said Sim, who had hurriedly examined the interior of his home.

"Nothing else is gone.

Wait while I go git my rifle.