It would have been very easy for an active man
such as gipsies usually are to have clambered in and out again without
detection.
Taking a lantern they examined the ground outside. On a flower bed below
the roof was the imprint of a man's feet.
"Notice anything peculiar about it?" asked Jimsy, for Roy was bending
earnestly over the prints.
"Yes, I'd know that foot print again anywhere," he said; "see, one side
of the man's boot was broken, the one of the right foot. His toes show
here on the ground."
"That might be a good clew if it was daylight; but right now--"
Jimsy sighed. It was manifestly impossible to do any tracking of the man
with the broken boot in the darkness.
"We'll have to wait till daylight."
"Yes, bother it all. They may be miles away by that time."
"I doubt it. I wouldn't wonder if they hide right around here. There are
lots of good places, and they know that the hue and cry will be so hot
that they would be caught if they traveled."
"That's so. Maybe we can find them, after all."
"Let's hope so.
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