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agin that the print of a bear's fut looks like a man's boot. 
Sure, there's wan here in the bushes that's the very image 
o' wan, toes an' all. Oh, wdrra, wirra, he'll ate us up 
before mornin' ! " 
" Hush, Teddy," exclaimed Mr. Button, authoritatively. 
" Tell us where you saw the track." 
" Jist beyant in the bushes." 
" Come, Joe, we'll look at it." 
The rest wanted to follow, but Mr. Button bade them 
stay where they were. He had uncomfortable misgivings 
regarding that track, with its toes so plainly marked. 
What if it were not a bear's footprint at all ! What if — 
His worst fears were realized when he saw the Indian's 
manner on looking at the track. 
" H'm 1 " he grunted, with a slight start, as he stooped 
low to examine it. " H'm ! Him no bear ! " 
" What is it, then ? " 
" Him man's foot." 
"White?" 
"No. Injun." 
" How old is the sign ? " 
" Half -hour, maybe." 
Here was intelligence, to be sure, of a decidedly unpleas- 
ant character. 
While they had been building their camp, discussing 
their plans, roaming about the woods, dark forms had 
been flitting to and fro among the shadows of the forest, 
within a stone's throw. Glistening eyes had been watch- 
