"
Calumet had preceded Toban. As the latter was speaking to Bernse,
Calumet stood before Betty, who, with Bob, had moved to the
sitting-room door and was standing, pale, her eyes moist and brilliant
with the depth of her emotions.
Briefly, he told her what he had found in the clearing.
"And the idol's gone," he concluded. "Telza's got it."
"Thank God!" she exclaimed, devoutly.
"I reckon," came Toban's voice, as he stepped across the kitchen floor
toward them, "that we'd better bring this here idol business to an end.
Mebbe it's bothered you folks a heap, but it's had me sorta uneasy,
too." He grinned at Betty. "Mebbe you'd better show him his dad's
last letter," he suggested. "I reckon it'll let me out of this deal.
An' I'm sure wantin' to go back home."
Betty vanished into the sitting-room in an instant, and presently
returned bearing an envelope of the shape and size which had contained
all of the elder Marston's previous communications to Calumet. She
passed it over to the latter and she and the sheriff watched him while
he read.
"MY DEAR SON: If you receive this you will understand that by this time
Betty is satisfied that you have qualified for your heritage. I thank
you and wish I were there to shake your hand, to look into your eyes
and tell you how glad I am for your sake.
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