"They wish to get a certain map from you—a map of some lumber lands in upper Michigan."
"Yes, yes, there is but one map," cried Herman Wenrich. "I have kept it safely for years."
"Papa, please do not excite yourself," pleaded Nettie Wenrich, coming to the bedside.
"I am not excited, my child."
"I do not know a great deal about the matter," continued Robert. "But I do know that those two men, Le Fevre and Hammerditch, are Mr. Amberton's enemies and not his friends."
"Can you prove that?"
For the instant the youth was nonplussed. Then he thought of Dick Marden's letter.
"Here is a letter I got from Timberville," he said. "You can read that."
"My eyesight is poor. Nettie, read the letter."