"Not dangerously wounded," was his opinion, after a thorough examination. "He will be as sound as a dollar in a couple of months. But he ought not to be moved for several weeks."
"He shall not be," said Horace Sumner.
And he at once made arrangements with the owner of the house to have the use of that room and the next for the entire time mentioned with board and care for a nurse and Hal.
An hour later Hal was resting easier, and then Horace Sumner arose to leave and find out what the officers had done with the captured criminals.
As he turned to pick up the tin box he noticed the golden locket. He took it up rather carelessly, but suddenly a peculiar look stole into his eyes, and dropping the tin box he hurriedly opened the locket.
"My heavens!" he ejaculated.
The exclamation was so pronounced that it awoke Hal, and the youth opened his eyes wide, and stared at the man.
"Where—where did you get this locket?" demanded Horace Sumner, in a voice husky with emotion.
"It is my birthright—or at least all I have of one," replied the youth.
"Your birthright?"