"Here it is!" he exclaimed, as he extended a rather soiled bit of pasteboard. "Queer looking thing."
Indeed it was. The card had a triangle drawn in the center. Inside of this was a circle, with a representation of an eye. In each of the angles were, respectively, a picture of a dagger, a revolver and a gun. On top appeared this:
"In Medio tutissimus ibis"
"Don't seem to mean anything as far as I've ever been able to make out," Mr. Liggins said. "Looks like a cross between a secret order card and a notice from the vigilance committee. And them words on the top I take to be some foreign language, but I never went to school enough to learn 'em."
"They're Latin," said Jack, "and mean, literally, 'you will go most safely in the middle,' or, I suppose, 'the middle way is safest.'"
"That's like Orion Tevis," commented the stockman. "He was always a cautious fellow, and rather queer here,"—he tapped his forehead. "But now I don't mind giving you that card. It may be no good, and it may help you. If it does I'll be glad of it. I owe you a good turn. That was one of my steers that broke away, and I'm glad it didn't cause a freight wreck."
"I'll take good care of this," said Jack, as he put the card in his pocket, "and send it back to you."
"Well, if you find Tevis, just do as he says about it," the cattleman answered. "Now I'll drive you back to the city."
Jack was much pleased at getting the card. He felt it would help him in his strange quest after his father.
"It will be additional evidence, for us" he said to John. "Mr. Tevis might think the rings were spurious."