"The trackers ought to have seen that as well as you, Jim," Reuben said angrily.
"You can't have been keeping your eyes open," Reuben said to the trackers, sharply.
Reuben at once called to the trackers, who were trotting on ahead, and then ordered a halt.
The horses were reined up, and Jim and the trackers examined the ground.
Not yet had he shaken the trackers from his heels; not yet was he out of the reach of danger.
Under the shadow of the algarobias the trackers sleep undisturbed.
The trackers had made out their footprints in the mud of the arroyo.
An exclamation from the trackers, who were riding in the advance, put an end to these conjectures.
Freely, then, the trackers communicated their discoveries, in answer to my interrogation.
The trackers down, the hangers-on, the persecutors, the pursuers.