"You kin go out over the perairah yander," said the farmer, dropping his maul beside a rail he had just split off,"there's a plain trail from Sykes's that'll bring you onto the road not fur from Sugar Crick."

They went on, and toward evening, one of them found a stone maul and a dog travois.

I know this maul and this travois.

The man who had taken the maul and the dog travois, when he got home and smelled the smoke from the fire, died, and so did his horse.