"
"How so, Gideon?"
"The track that I should have been a week finding, you have got it at
once. Come, that's not all right!"
"Where do you see it, then?"
"Oh, don't pretend to be looking at your feet."
And pointing out to me at some distance a scarcely perceptible white
streak in the snow--
"There she is!"
Immediately he galloped up to it; I followed in a couple of minutes; we
had dismounted, and were examining the track of the Black Pest.
"I should like to know," cried Sperver, "how that track came here?"
"Don't let that trouble you," I replied.
"You are right, Fritz; don't mind what I say; sometimes I do speak rather
at random. What we want now is to know where that track will lead us to."
And now the huntsman knelt on the ground.
I was all ears; he was closely examining.
"It is a fresh track," he pronounced, "last night's. It is a strange
thing, Fritz, during the count's last attack that old witch was hanging
about the castle."
Then examining with greater care--
"She passed here between three and four o'clock this morning."
"How can you tell that?"
"It is quite a fresh track; there is sleet all round it.
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