"it is very strange about those footprints in the snow. The man had
evidently walked round the statues two or three times, as though they
were strange to him, and he had certainly come from the other side."

"It was one of the rangers," said Hanky impatiently, "who had gone a
little beyond the statues, and come back again."

"Then we should have seen his footprints as he went. I am glad I
measured them."

"There is nothing in it; but what were your measurements?"

"Eleven inches by four and a half; nails on the soles; one nail missing
on the right foot and two on the left." Then, turning to my father
quickly, he said, "My man, allow me to have a look at your boots."

"Nonsense, Panky, nonsense!"

Now my father by this time was wondering whether he should not set upon
these two men, kill them if he could, and make the best of his way back,
but he had still a card to play.

"Certainly, sir," said he, "but I should tell you that they are not my
boots."

He took off his right boot and handed it to Panky.

"Exactly so! Eleven inches by four and a half, and one nail missing. And
now, Mr. Ranger, will you be good enough to explain how you became
possessed of that boot. You need not show me the other." And he spoke