"Louis Leblanc!" exclaimed Darrel. "The scamp an' his family have cleared out."
The tinker turned quickly, his hand upon the wrist of the young man.
"These things are not for thee to have," he whispered. "Had ye no thought o' the danger?"
Trove began to change colour.
"I can prove how I came by them," he stammered.
"What is thy proof?" Darrel whispered again.
"There are Leblanc's wife and daughter."
"Ah, where are they? There be many would like to know."
The young man thought a moment.
"Well, Tunk Hosely, there at Mrs. Vaughn's."