THE SEVEN LUMBER-JACKS
them six mossbacks," he volunteered; "now we'll look around here."
The inspection of the tracks was naturally a somewhat lengthy business. November had studied the trail of the six men to some purpose, for though he hardly paused as he ranged the trodden ground, so swift were his eyes that he named each of the men to me as he pointed to their several tracks. As we approached the bank, he indicated a distinct set of footsteps, which we followed to the hut and back again to the water.
"He's the chap that did it," said November. "That's pretty plain. What do you say about him?" he turned to me.
"He is a heavier man than I am, and he walks rather on his heels."
November nodded, and began to follow the trail, which went down into the stream. He stood at the water's edge examining some stones which had been recently displaced, then waded down into it.
"Where was his boat?" I asked.
But November had by now reached a large flat stone some feet out in the water, and this he
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