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After
a
short
examination
,
he
observed
a
trail
altogether
distinct
,
and
of
a
different
character
.
It
was
a
well-marked
path
entering
the
opening
on
one
side
,
and
going
out
on
the
other
:
in
short
,
a
cattle-track
.
Zeb
saw
that
several
shod
horses
had
passed
along
it
,
some
days
before
:
and
it
was
this
that
caused
him
to
come
back
and
examine
it
.
He
could
tell
to
a
day
--
to
an
hour
--
when
the
horses
had
passed
;
and
from
the
sign
itself
.
But
the
exercise
of
his
ingenuity
was
not
needed
on
this
occasion
.
He
knew
that
the
hoof-prints
were
those
of
the
horses
ridden
by
Spangler
and
his
party
--
after
being
detached
from
the
main
body
of
searchers
who
had
gone
home
with
the
major
.
He
had
heard
the
whole
story
of
that
collateral
investigation
--
how
Spangler
and
his
comrades
had
traced
Henry
Poindexter
's
horse
to
the
place
where
the
negro
had
caught
it
--
on
the
outskirts
of
the
plantation
.
To
an
ordinary
intellect
this
might
have
appeared
satisfactory
.
Nothing
more
could
be
learnt
by
any
one
going
over
the
ground
again
.
Zeb
Stump
did
not
seem
to
think
so
.
As
he
stood
looking
along
it
,
his
attitude
showed
indecision
.
"
If
I
ked
make
shur
o
'
havin
'
time
,
"
he
muttered
,
"
I
'd
foller
it
fust
.
Jest
as
like
as
not
I
'll
find
a
fluke
thur
too
.
But
thur
's
no
sartinty
'
beout
the
time
,
an
I
'd
better
purceed
to
settle
wi
'
the
anymal
as
cast
the
quarter
shoe
.
"
He
had
turned
to
go
out
of
the
glade
,
when
a
thought
once
more
stayed
him
.
"
Arter
all
,
it
kin
be
eezy
foun
'
at
any
time
.
I
kin
guess
whar
it
'll
lead
,
as
sartint
,
as
if
I
'd
rud
'
longside
the
skunk
thet
made
it
--
straight
custrut
to
the
stable
o
'
Caser
Corver
.
"
It
's
a
durned
pity
to
drop
this
un
,
--
now
whiles
I
'm
hyur
upon
the
spot
.
