"Question me? question me?" replied the prospector. "She drained me like a force pump."
"And did you tell her all?"
"No, why do ye ask, laddie?" and Pete looked at him in surprise.
"Did you tell her about her brother's cruel partner?"
This time Pete was more than surprised. He stared at his companion in amazement. "What d'ye mean?" he demanded. "What d'ye know about the matter?"
"Keep cool, Pete. I know more than you think. Listen, and I will tell you something."
"My God!" burst from the old man's lips, when Keith had told him the story of the death in the Ibex cabin, and had shown him the little locket. "It will kill her!"
"Now, that's the point, Pete. Is it right for us to tell her? She has enough trouble at the present time with her father, and this new sorrow will, I am afraid, break her down completely.
"Right, laddie, right ye are," groaned Pete. "But what are we to do?"
"I've been thinking of that," went on Keith. "Mr. Radhurst's condition is very serious, and he must have special and regular treatment. I can't stay here, as there is trouble at Klassan, so I must leave to-morrow."