“All right, Bert,” he said at length. “I’ll go with you and look for the ring. And if we find it, I’ll take it and give it to Mr. Rugg with Danny there looking on. And I’ll take you with me. We’ll clear you of the charge of having broken the window.”
A little later the eager, excited boy and the two men, almost as eager as Bert himself, were looking over the floor beneath the broken window. The sexton got his electric flashlight and the sharp beams of this glinted over the floor.
“Look! I see something glittering like gold!” cried Bert, pointing to a crack under a pew. “See if that’s the ring!”
The sexton focused his light on the object. Mr. Ander took out his knife, and with the blade of it pried the shining object out of the crack.
“It’s a gold ring, all right,” he said, holding it up to the light.
“See if it has any initials on it,” suggested Bert.
“Hold the light closer, Mr. Shull,” said the deacon. When this had been done he slowly said: “It’s got the letters D. R. on it—this ring has.”
“Then it’s Danny Rugg’s ring!” cried Bert. “It was in the snowball that broke the window. That’s what he was up here looking for! Oh, I’m so glad we’ve found it!”