I was the first one to examine the marks, and as I knelt down and held the light to the ground, I saw with a thrill of mingled horror and hope that one pair of feet had been bare.

Mose had taken part in the struggle, and dreadful as was the assurance, it was infinitely better than that other suspicion.
"It was Mose who committed the murder!" I cried to the coroner as I pointed to the foot-prints in the clay.
He bent over beside me and examined the marks.
"Ah----Mose was present," he said slowly, "but so was someone else.

See, here is the print of the Colonel's boot and there beside it is the print of another boot; it is fully an inch broader." But it was difficult to make out anything clearly, so trampled was the path.

Our whole party had passed over the very spot not an hour before the tragedy.

Whatever the others could see, I, myself, was blind to everything but the indisputable fact that Mose had been there.
As we were making ready to start back to the mouth of the cave, a cry from one of the men called our attention again to the scene of the struggle.