"If he only doesn't give himself up to the authorities before we get news from the East!" Betty, worried, exclaimed over and over again.
Then one day, along with the other letters in the mail, there arrived an important looking document from New York addressed to Allen.
The latter was out at the gold diggings at the time, and the girls fairly lassoed him, bringing him home protesting but helpless.
"I say, what's the row?" he demanded, and for answer Mollie thrust the important missive into his hand.
"Read!" she commanded dramatically. "And tell us what lies within."
Allen tore the envelope open and read the letter hastily through while the girls crowded around him and tried to read over his shoulder.
Then he jumped to his feet and waved the paper at them excitedly.
"By Jove!" he cried, "this proves that Betty was right. The man didn't kill his brother—simply injured him. He was taken to the hospital and he recovered long since. The manager says he has been trying to locate Paul Loup for weeks. He is losing a fortune every day——"
But Betty could wait no longer. She snatched the letter from him and read it through aloud while the girls gaped at her.
"Come on," she cried, reaching for her sailor hat and pushing it down on her shapely little head. "Don't stand there like wooden Indians. We've got to take this news to Paul Loup."