"Where are the Golden Glow mountains?" asked Jack.
"The nearest town is Denville," was the answer.
"Denville!" exclaimed Jack.
"Yes, what is there strange in that?"
"Why, we are going to Denville," Jack replied, "That's where Nat's uncle's ranch is."
"Yes, but the beginning of the Golden Glow mountain range is about a hundred miles from there," Mr. Tevis added.
"What's a hundred miles when I'm going to find my father and take him back home with me?" asked Jack. "I can travel that."
"You've got pluck," spoke Mr. Tevis. "I wish you luck, my boy."
Then he told all the particulars he knew of Mr. Roberts' whereabouts, how the exile had often written to him of his lonely life, and how much he would like to see his son and his sisters again.
"We have both been hounded by that gang of land sharps," concluded Mr. Tevis, with a deep sigh. "I have found means of evading them by living in this wild place, and adopting all sorts of precautions in admitting visitors. That is why I was so careful on your account. I could not tell who might be trying to play a trick on me. But I devised that card for a few of my friends. Lucky you met Lem Liggins, or I doubt if even the sight of the two rings would have convinced me. But I felt reasonably certain no one could have both the card and the rings. Even at that you saw how cautious I am, by the details Mr. Hardy had to go through."