But as he did not wish to
be observed by the man he waited a little while in the mouth of the alley,
until he had moved on and was out of sight.
"Now, George," he said, "you and I are going to do a little scouting.
You know I'm descended from the greatest natural scout and trailer ever
known in the West, one whose senses were preternaturally acute, one who
could almost track a bird in the air by its flight."
"Yes, I've heard of the renowned Henry Ware, and I know that you've
inherited a lot of his skill and intuition. Go ahead. I promised that
I would help you and ask no questions. I keep my word."
Harry climbed silently over the low fence, and Dalton followed in the
same manner. The light from the street and house did not penetrate the
pines and rosebushes, where Harry quickly found a refuge, Dalton as usual
following him.
"What next?" whispered Dalton.
"Now, I do my trailing and scouting, and you help me all you can, George,
but be sure you don't make any noise. There's enough moonlight filtering
through the pines to show the ground to me, but not enough to disclose us
to anybody twenty feet away."
He dropped to his hands and knees, and, crawling back and forth, began to
examine every inch of ground with minute care, while Dalton stared at him
in amazement.
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