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"But we have a long way still to go. Kindly walk clear of the path. Now let us follow the trail. I fear that it will not lead very far." Voice Reading
We found, however, as we advanced that this portion of the moor is intersected with soft patches, and, though we frequently lost sight of the track, we always succeeded in picking it up once more. Voice Reading
"Do you observe," said Holmes, "that the rider is now undoubtedly forcing the pace? There can be no doubt of it. Voice Reading
Look at this impression, where you get both tyres clear. Voice Reading
The one is as deep as the other. Voice Reading
That can only mean that the rider is throwing his weight on to the handle-bar, as a man does when he is sprinting. Voice Reading
By Jove! he has had a fall." Voice Reading
There was a broad, irregular smudge covering some yards of the track. Then there were a few footmarks, and the tyre reappeared once more. Voice Reading
"A side-slip," I suggested. Voice Reading
Holmes held up a crumpled branch of flowering gorse. To my horror I perceived that the yellow blossoms were all dabbled with crimson. On the path, too, and among the heather were dark stains of clotted blood. Voice Reading
"Bad!" said Holmes. Voice Reading
"Bad! Stand clear, Watson! Not an unnecessary footstep! What do I read here? He fell wounded, he stood up, he remounted, he proceeded. Voice Reading
But there is no other track. Voice Reading
Cattle on this side path. Voice Reading
He was surely not gored by a bull? Impossible! But I see no traces of anyone else. Voice Reading
We must push on, Watson. Voice Reading
Surely with stains as well as the track to guide us he cannot escape us now." Voice Reading
Our search was not a very long one. Voice Reading
The tracks of the tyre began to curve fantastically upon the wet and shining path. Voice Reading
Suddenly, as I looked ahead, the gleam of metal caught my eye from amid the thick gorse bushes. Voice Reading
Out of them we dragged a bicycle, Palmer-tyred, one pedal bent, and the whole front of it horribly smeared and slobbered with blood. Voice Reading
On the other side of the bushes a shoe was projecting. Voice Reading
We ran round, and there lay the unfortunate rider. Voice Reading
He was a tall man, full bearded, with spectacles, one glass of which had been knocked out. Voice Reading
The cause of his death was a frightful blow upon the head, which had crushed in part of his skull. Voice Reading

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