"Eh?" He looked up sharply. "Where got you this——"
"From your shirt, lad. Why, Norton—don't you see?"
"See?" repeated Norton, amazed. "What mean you?"
With a great laugh Red Hugh plunged to his knees and caught Norton's hand; the man seemed transformed with some mad joy too great for words. Half in fear, Norton drew back, and at this Moore only laughed out again.
"Oh, blind, blind!" he cried ringingly. "And you knew that Kitty had been found among Indians, that this pin was hers—yet you never suspected it!"
CHAPTER XVII
Two riders were walking their horses along the Beargrass Creek Road, on the way to Colonel Taylor's farm. They drew rein at a bend, just beyond which was a fringe of trees and a dried mudhole.
"I brought you to this road for a purpose, Kitty," said Norton gravely. "Do you remember the spot?"
She looked at him and nodded, and her look sent a little flame of happiness dancing into his brown eyes. He swung out of the saddle, and she slipped down into his arms, the movement loosing her red-gold hair until it flooded down about his hands.