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"
We
had
been
walking
briskly
during
this
conversation
,
and
a
few
more
minutes
brought
us
to
the
hollow
in
question
.
At
Holmes
's
request
I
walked
down
the
bank
to
the
right
,
and
he
to
the
left
,
but
I
had
not
taken
fifty
paces
before
I
heard
him
give
a
shout
and
saw
him
waving
his
hand
to
me
.
The
track
of
a
horse
was
plainly
outlined
in
the
soft
earth
in
front
of
him
,
and
the
shoe
which
he
took
from
his
pocket
exactly
fitted
the
impression
.
"
See
the
value
of
imagination
,
"
said
Holmes
.
"
It
is
the
one
quality
which
Gregory
lacks
.
We
imagined
what
might
have
happened
,
acted
upon
the
supposition
,
and
find
ourselves
justified
.
Let
us
proceed
.
"
We
crossed
the
marshy
bottom
and
passed
over
a
quarter
of
a
mile
of
dry
,
hard
turf
.
Again
the
ground
sloped
,
and
again
we
came
on
the
tracks
.
Then
we
lost
them
for
half
a
mile
,
but
only
to
pick
them
up
once
more
quite
close
to
Mapleton
.
It
was
Holmes
who
saw
them
first
,
and
he
stood
pointing
with
a
look
of
triumph
upon
his
face
.
A
man
's
track
was
visible
beside
the
horse
'
s.
"
The
horse
was
alone
before
,
"
I
cried
.
"
Quite
so
.
It
was
alone
before
.
Hullo
,
what
is
this
?
"
The
double
track
turned
sharp
off
and
took
the
direction
of
King
's
Pyland
.
Holmes
whistled
,
and
we
both
followed
along
after
it
.
His
eyes
were
on
the
trail
,
but
I
happened
to
look
a
little
to
one
side
and
saw
to
my
surprise
the
same
tracks
coming
back
again
in
the
opposite
direction
.
"
One
for
you
,
Watson
,
"
said
Holmes
when
I
pointed
it
out
.
"
You
have
saved
us
a
long
walk
,
which
would
have
brought
us
back
on
our
own
traces
.
Let
us
follow
the
return
track
.
"
We
had
not
to
go
far
.
It
ended
at
the
paving
of
asphalt
which
led
up
to
the
gates
of
the
Mapleton
stables
.
As
we
approached
,
a
groom
ran
out
from
them
.
