"The fellow stopped here with his feet well apart. He'd stand like
that while he put up his gun. Sit down and smoke while I copy these
marks."

He proceeded to do so carefully, having brought some paper from the
homestead.

"Have you any reason for thinking it was a standing shot he took?"
George asked.

"I haven't; I wish I had. Quite a lot depends upon his position."

George nodded.

"So it struck me. We'll look round for some more conclusive signs when
you have finished."

Before this happened. Flora Grant rode up.

"I was going back from Forster's when I noticed you moving about the
hills," she explained. "I made this round to find out what you were
doing."

George told her, and her sympathy was obvious.

"I'm very sorry; but my father warned you," she said. "I'm afraid
you're finding this an expensive campaign."

"I can put up with it, so long as I have my friends' support."