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"Shut up!" said Larry. "It was just chance, that's all, that you saw it." He put the scrap back into his match-box.

Every one felt a bit excited. "I like being a Find-Outer," said Bets happily.

"Well, I don't know why," said Pip. "You haven't found out anything yet. I found the place where the man hid, and Fatty found a bit of his coat! You haven't found a thing!"

It was Larry who found the footprint. He found it quite by accident. The gap in the hedge led to a grassy field, where it was impossible to see any prints at all. But the farmer had been along and taken a few squares of turf from a certain part, and at one side near the edge, was a distinct footprint!

"It's the farmer's, I expect," said Pip, when Larry showed it to him.

"No — there's the farmer's print," said Larry, pointing to a big hob-nailed print, which appeared up and down the bare patch. "This is a smaller print altogether. I shouldn't think it's more than size eight, and the farmer's footprint looks like size twelve! It's enormous. I think this must be the print of the man we are looking for. Let's see if we can find another."

The children hunted about. Nothing could be seen on the grass, of course, so they went to the edges of the field. And there Daisy found three or four more footprints, some on each side of the stile that led out of the field into a lane beyond.

"Are these the same prints?" she called. The others came running. They looked hard. Larry nodded his head. "I believe they are," he said. "Look — these shoes have rubber soles with criss-cross marking on them. Pip, run back to that other print, and see if the marking is the same, will you?"

Pip tore over to the patch from which the farmer had removed the turf. Yes — the criss-cross marking showed up quite clearly in the print. It was the same shoe, no doubt about that!

"Yes!" he yelled. "It's the same!" The others were thrilled. They really were getting on!

"Well," said Larry, looking down the lane. "I'm afraid it's not much good going any farther, because the surface of the lane is hard, and won't show anything. But we've found out what we wanted to know. We've found out that a man hid in the hedge for some reason, and we know that he wore shoes of a certain shape and size, with rubber soles that had criss-cross markings! Not bad for a day's work!"

"I'll make a drawing of the prints.," said Fatty. "I'll measure the exact size, and make an exact copy of the marks. Then we've only got to find the shoes, and we've got the man!"

"We know what sort of shoes he wore and what kind of suit," said Larry, thinking of the scrap of grey cloth in his match-box. "I bet old Clear-Orf won't have noticed anything at all."

"I'd better go back to the hotel and get some paper to copy the footprints," said Fatty importantly. "It's a good thing I can draw so well. I won first prize last term for Art."

"What art?" said Larry. "The art of boasting? Or the art of eating too much?"

"Aren't you clever?" said Fatty crossly, who did not at all like this sort of teasing.

"Yes, he is clever!" said Daisy, "but he doesn't boast about his brains as you do, Frederick Algernon Trotteville!"

"Let's go back to the burnt cottage and see if there's any other clue to be found there," said Pip, seeing that a quarrel was about to flare up.

"Yes," said Bets. "I'm the only one that hasn't found a glue, and I do want to."

She looked so sad about this that Fatty hastened to comfort her.

"Well Buster hasn't found anything either," he said. "He's looked hard, but he hasn't discovered a single thing. Don't worry. Bets. I expect you will soon find something marvellous."

They all went back to the gap in the hedge and squeezed through. Fatty went off to the little hotel opposite the garden to get a piece of paper and a pencil. The others stood and stared at the ruined cottage.

"What are you doing here?" suddenly said a rough voice. "Clear orf!"

"Golly! It's old Clear-Orf!" whispered Larry. "Look for my shilling, all of you!"

The four children began to hunt around, pretending to be looking for something.

"Did you hear what I said?" growled the policeman. "What are you looking for?"

"My shilling," said Larry.

"Oh! I suppose you dropped it when you came round interfering last night" said Mr. Goon. "I don't know what children are coming to nowadays — always turning up and messing about and hindering others and being a general nuisance! You clear orf!"

"Ah! My shilling!" said Larry, suddenly pouncing on his shilling, which, when he had arrived, he had carefully dropped beside a patch of celandines. "All right, Mr. Goon. We'll go. I've got my shilling now."

"Well, clear orf, then," growled the policeman. "I've got work to do here — serious work, and I don't want children messing about, either."

"Are you looking for glues?" asked Bets, and immediately got such a nudge from Pip that she almost fell over.

Luckily Clear-Orf took no notice of this remark. He hustled the children out of the gate and up the lane. "And don't you come messing about here again.," he said.

"Messing about!" said Larry indignantly, as they all went off up the lane. "That's all he thinks children do — mess about. If he knew what we'd discovered this morning, he'd go green in the face!"

"Would he really?" said Bets, interested. "I'd like to see him."

"You nearly made me go green in the face when you asked old Clear-Orf if he was looking for clues!" said Pip crossly. "I thought the very next minute you'd say we had been looking for some and found them, too! That's the worst of having a baby like you in the Find-Outers!"

"I would not have said we'd found anything," said Bets, almost in tears. "Oh, look — there's Fatty. We'd better warn him that Clear-Orf is down there."

They stopped Fatty and warned him. He decided to go down and do his measuring and copying later on. He didn't at all like Clear-Orf. Neither did Buster.

"It's tea-time, anyway," said Larry, looking at his watch. "Meet tomorrow morning at ten o'clock in Pip's summer-house. We've done awfully well today. I'll write up notes about all our clues. This is really getting very exciting!"

Fatty and Larry Learn a Few Things

At ten o'clock the next morning the five children and Buster were once again in the old summer-house. Fatty looked important. He produced an enormous sheet of paper on which he had drawn the right and left footprint, life-size, with all its criss-cross markings on the rubber sole. It was really very good. The others stared at it. "Not bad, is it?" said Fatty, swelling up with importance, and, as usual, making a impression on the others by boasting. "Didn't I tell you I was good at drawing?"

Larry nudged Pip and whispered in his ear. "Pull his leg a bit," he said. Pip grinned, and wondered what Larry was going to do. Larry took the drawing and looked at it solemnly.

"Quite good, except that I think you've got the tail a bit wrong," he said. Pip joined in at once.

"Well, I think the ears are the wrong shape too," he said. At least, the one on the right is."

Fatty gaped, and looked at his drawing to make sure it was the right one. Yes — it was a copy of the footprints all right. Then what were Larry and Pip talking about?

"Of course, they say that hands are the most difficult things to draw," said Larry, looking at the drawing carefully again, his head on one side. "Now, I think Fatty ought to learn a bit more about hands."

Daisy tried to hide a giggle. Bets was most amazed, and looked at the drawing, trying to discover the tail, ears and hands that Larry and Pip were so unaccountably chatting about. Fatty went purple with rage.

"I suppose you think you're being funny again," he said, snatching the drawing out of Larry's hand. "You know quite well this is a copy of the footprints."

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