"Yes."
"You thought it might have been dropped by some one in passing?"
"I thought so, yes—it belonged to no one in the camp."
"Before your cabin or on the highway?"
"Before my cabin."
"You are sure?" There was something so very sweet and sad in her smile that it oddly made Cass color.
"But my cabin is near the road," he suggested.
"I see! And there was nothing else; no paper nor envelope?"
"Nothing."
"And you kept it because of the odd resemblance one of the names bore to yours?"