their hoofs would leave no imprint.

"Come Eagle-eye," he commanded, striding off toward the bedding-down
place.

They followed and gathered around him as he picked up the ends of the
tether ropes.

"Break um? No, cut um."

"You mean the ropes have been cut?"

"Uh-huh," he grunted in gutteral tones.

There was silence for a moment.

"He isn't such a wooden Indian as he'd have us believe after all,"
grinned Ned.

"Can't you trail them?" asked Stacy.

The Shawnee shook his head.

"Why not?"

"No leave trail. Smart man."

"Yes, there is no doubt of that," agreed the Professor. "Have you any
idea who did this thing, Eagle-eye?"