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My star exhibit, the footprint, was as clear as when I had first seen it, and I permitted myself to gloat a little as Tom, and even Brent, gazed at it with riveted astonishment. "And there is the word," I said, as I indicated each crazy letter of the topsy-turvy printing. "S-T-R-A-N-G-L-E."
Tom only shook his head, amazed, bewildered. "Three of them," he said. "Yep, they're all prints of the same foot. Gosh, I don't know _what_ to think. But one thing is certain. Somebody who was at camp a long while ago has been here lately. That's _dead sure_."