"Been a car in here--this wasn't a wagon--it was a car! There must of been more'n one of 'em." "Uh huh," said Sim, climbing down stiffly from the wagon seat now and joining him in the task of puzzling out the trail.

They followed it to a place where some ashes had been trodden in the yard.

Here the wheels of the car had left their clearest record.
"Not a big one," said Wid.

"Ragged tire on the nigh hind wheel.

See this ?" They ran the trail on out to the gate, picking it up here and there, catching it plain in the loose sand which covered the gravel road bed.
"Whoever done the work at my place," said Sim, "was drunk.