CHAPTER 6Brinklow requested everybody to remain in one place while he examined the tracks around the tents. “I haven’t got much of a show,” he said, “because the rock shows no traces; and you’ve all gone in and out of the tent so many times since the rain the bank in front is a mere slide of mud. But I must do what I can.”
Everybody submitted to having their footgear inspected. From a spare pair of boots in Darrow’s kit, Brinklow informed himself of the size of the missing man’s tracks.
Thereafter while he sat at the door of his own tent smoking, McNab watched Brinklow giving his marvellous performance of the old sleuth hound, with this difference that the man used his eyes instead of his nose, and gave no tongue. Back and forth, back and forth with his gaze fixed on the ground, frequent
