There was little more to be said, however, and soon each was pursuing diverging routes and each at his swiftest pace.
At Marion, John had the mail pouch unlocked and examined, and was satisfied that some letters had been tampered with. These contained orders for house supplies and had been accompanied by checks, as was evident from the wording of the orders. The 118 checks had been removed, and this fact proved to the carpenter that the hand of Antonio Bernal was in the matter, because the late manager might indorse them without arousing the bank’s suspicion, as nobody else could.
Yet there was one thing he did not mention, even to the postmaster; and that was the package which Jessica’s letter to Ninian Sharp had spoken of. This had disappeared entirely. The fact troubled him more than the loss of the checks, for he could stop the payment of these, but whether the little captain had sent the whole of their only specimen of the copper to her city friend or not was a serious question.
However, he did what he could; and almost for the first time in his life used the telegraph as well as the post. To pay for his long and rather ambiguous messages he borrowed money of the mystified Aleck McLeod; and the local operator found himself busier than he had ever been since the establishment of the office.
The other sad business that had brought him to the town was also transacted; and by the time all was arranged John was very glad to avail himself of Jean’s services, slow though she was. Upon her sedate back he arrived at Sobrante, just as the sun was setting, and found that the household had temporarily forgotten their grief for Pedro in their rejoicing over Ephraim.
“It’s an up and a down in this world,” quoth Aunt Sally, spreading and admiring the brilliant bits of calico which “Forty-niner” had given her. “Life ain’t all catnip anyway you stew it. Them that laugh in the morning gen’ally cry before night, and vicy-versy. But, Gabriella, do, for goodness’ 119 sake, just fetch out that queer kind of stick that old Indian made a sort of graven image of and show it to Mr. Ma’sh. It’s a curiosity, being so old, if it ain’t no more. Worth cherishin’, anyhow, ’count of him that give it. I always did admire keepsakes of the departed.”
Mrs. Trent smiled, though sadly, and Jessica asked:
“May I get it, mother?”
“Surely. For safety I put it on the top of the tallest bookcase, behind the files of newspapers. You’ll likely have to take the little library ladder to reach it; and when you’ve shown it, put it back in exactly the same spot. It’s doubly valuable now, and could not be replaced.”
The little captain had scarcely once relinquished the hand of her beloved sharpshooter, since he appeared before them all, and now led him, as if he were another happy playmate, to the designated place. But when she had reached it, mounted the ladder and carefully felt all over the top of the case, even moving the files in order to examine it the better, she could not find the metal-pointed staff.