time than it takes to tell was swinging in a fifty feet above ground though he had no positive objection to strong daylight followed the custom of his friends and used it as the king s i i little as he could when he among the very loud that live in the trees it was twilight once more and he had been dreaming of the beautiful pebbles he had thrown away at least i will look at the thing again he said and slid down a to the earth but was before him could hear him in the half light where is the thorn pointed thing cried a man has taken it here is the trail now we shall see whether the spoke truth if the pointed thing is death that man will die let us follow kill first said an empty stomach makes a careless eye men go very slowly and the is wet enough to hold the mark they killed as soon as they could but it was nearly three hours before they finished their meat and drink and down to the trail the people know that nothing makes up for being hurried over your meals think you the pointed thing will turn in the man s hand and kill him asked the said it was death the second book we shall see when we find said trotting with his head low it is single foot he meant that there was only one man and the weight of the thing has pressed his heel far into the ground hai this is as clear as summer lightning answered and they fell into the quick trail trot in and out through the of the moonlight following the marks of those two bare feet now he runs swiftly said the toes are spread apart they went on over some wet ground now why does he turn aside here wait said and flung himself forward with one superb bound as far as ever he could the first thing to do when a trail ceases to explain itself is to cast forward without leaving your own foot marks on the ground turned as he landed and faced crying here comes another trail to meet him it is a smaller foot this second trail and the toes turn inward then ran up and looked it is the foot of a hunter he said look here he dragged his bow on the grass that is why the first trail turned aside so quickly big foot hid from little foot the king s that is true said now lest by crossing each other s tracks we foul the signs let each take one trail i am big foot little brother and thou art little foot the leaped back to the original trail leaving stooping above the curious narrow track of the wild little man of the woods now said moving step by step along the chain of i big foot turn aside here now i hide me behind a rock and stand still not daring to shift my feet cry thy trail little brother now i little foot come to the rock said running up his trail now i sit down under the rock leaning upon my right hand and resting my bow between my toes i wait long for the mark of my feet is deep here i also said hidden behind the rock i wait resting the end of the thing upon a stone it slips for here is a scratch upon the stone cry thy trail little brother one two twigs and a big branch are broken here said in an now how shall i cry that ah it is plain now i little foot go away making noises and so that big foot may hear me he moved away i the second book from the rock pace by pace among the trees his voice rising in the distance as he approached a little i � go � far � away � to � where � the � noise � of � falling � water � covers � my � noise and � here � i � wait cry thy trail big foot the had been casting in every direction to see how big foot s trail led away from behind the rock then he gave tongue i come from behind the rock upon my knees dragging the thorn pointed thing seeing no one i run i big foot run swiftly the trail is clear let each follow his own i run swept on along the clearly marked trail and followed the steps of the for some time there was silence in the where art thou little foot cried s voice answered him not fifty yards to the right um said the with a deep cough the two run side by side drawing nearer they on another half mile always keeping about the same distance till whose head was not so close to the ground as s cried they have met good hunting � look here stood little foot with his knee on a rock � and yonder is big foot indeed the king s not ten yards in front of them stretched across a pile of broken rocks lay the body of a of the district a long small arrow through his back and breast was the so old and so mad little brother said gently here is one death at least follow on but where is the of elephant s blood � the red eyed thorn little foot has it � perhaps it is again now the single trail of a light man who had been running quickly and bearing a burden on his left shoulder held on round a long low spur of dried grass where each seemed to the sharp eyes of the marked in hot iron neither spoke till the trail ran up to the ashes of a camp fire hidden in a again said checking as though 