"I haven't it, Blair. I left it with Mr. Crane. But I've told you the gist of it."
"All right, Kit," and Blair went on with his work.
It was the next night at the Crane house that Mr. Crane again spoke of his disappointment at not putting through his hoped-for expedition.
"You see, Kit," he said to Shelby, "I want to write another book, and I want it to be about the recovery of Peter's body."
"Oh, don't do that, Mr. Crane," Shelby said, impulsively; "it would be anti-climax. You've done a big thing, and scored a success. Another book would spoil it all."
"I don't think so," said Crane, not at all annoyed at Shelby's attitude. "Anyway, I hate to give up my plan. See here, Shelby, are you sure that man Joshua wrote the letter you got?"
"Why, yes. What makes you ask that?"
"Only because it's in a big sprawly hand, and once Blair showed me a letter from Joshua, which he's kept as a memento, and it was in a small cramped hand."
"That's queer. But I expect Joshua might have got somebody to write for him. Those half-breeds are not very scholarly, you know. However, if there's any doubt about it, the matter must be looked into. Do you mean that maybe we can go now, after all? But I can't help thinking that Joshua wrote that. I know he's not very strong on spelling!"
"Well, Blair will know. You ask him for that letter he has of Joshua's."