in.

Max, of course, was already looking for signs. It was his opinion that
few things could happen without there being evident traces left behind,
if only one knew how to find them.

"Here's a track, fellows; and it looks like the same we saw before!" he
called out, presently, as he bent over eagerly.

"It sure does," admitted Owen.

"Right under where our lovely ham hung, too," wailed Bandy-legs.

"All he had to do was to reach up and grab it," commented Owen.

Toby did not say anything, but went through a pantomime movement as of a
man taking possession of some object dangling there from the limb.

"I wish now we'd taken it in our tent, when Max complained that the ham
smell made it unpleasant in his own," Bandy-legs went on.

"There was a man once who actually locked the door of his stable after
his horse was took," Steve ventured; at which Max laughed.

"Well, it does look like we'd have to go without ham for a while, boys;
but after all, it was only a half. Think how bad we'd feel if it was a
whole one. And whoever took it must have been pretty hungry in the
bargain. He's been living on partridges right along, when he could find
any in his snares. The rest of the time he went without a bite, seems
like."