“It certainly is!” exclaimed Phil, as he examined it curiously.
“There must be magic in it, or how could it possibly have come here?” added Serge.
“Let me have that bit of chain and the rest of those charms, and I’ll find out what magic there is about it,” said Phil, mysteriously.
Serge gave them to him, and on the following day Phil went, for the first time, to the company’s store in the trading-post.
“Do you know to whom these belong?” he asked of the first man he met, at the same time displaying the trophy captured the night before.
“Why, yes,” answered the man, examining them closely. “They belong to that fellow over there.”
Turning in the direction indicated, Phil beheld the man who, he believed, had injured him more than any one else in the world—Simon Goldollar.