Phann that Gordon had tried in vain to remember, seemed to beg the erect ear, nose to the ground, and it soon appeared that he had fallen on a track.
"Attention! Briant said.
- Yes, said Gordon. This track is not an animal! See the look of Phann!
- Let's slide us in the grass, 'said Evans, and you, Mr. Doniphan, who are good shooter, if any of these rascal shows good range, do not miss it! You'll never have so opportunely sent a ball. "
Moments later, all had reached the first groups of trees. There, on the edge of woods-Traps, there were still traces of a recent drop, branches half-burned, ashes barely cooled.
"This is, for sure, that Walston spent last night, Gordon remarked.
- And maybe it was there, a few hours ago? Evans said. I think it is better to fall back towards the cliff.
