She finally saw what had caught his atteniont, but she had to get down on her hands and knees to do it-how sharp his eyes were! Almost supernaturally so. There were boot-tracks here. Not fresh, but there were a lot newer than the tracks of the oxen and the wheelruts.
"This was the one with the cape," he said, indicating a clear pair of tracks. "Reynolds."
"Will! Thee can't know it!"
He looked surprised, then laughed. "Sure I can. He walks with one foot turned in a little-the left foot. And here it is." He stirred the air over the tracks with the top of his finger, then laughed again at the way she was looking at him.
- Wizard and Glass page 312