"Does anyone named Grizzel Campbell live in this house?" he asked.
"Yes, me," Grizzel answered, turning a little pale.
"You!" exclaimed the young man, looking with some astonishment at the small figure before him, with its tumbled red curls. "I don't suppose you are the owner of a—" he broke off uncertainly.
"She is the owner of a green diamond in a ring, if that is what you wish to know," Jerry spoke up.
"What on earth is a kid like you doing with a magnificent diamond ring?" the young man asked, forgetting to frown and letting everyone see quite plainly what a nice face he really had.
"Oh—have you got my ring? Has there been a miracle?" Grizzel cried, clutching at the young man's arm.
"I have got the ring, and there has been a miracle sure enough," he answered rather grimly. "I suppose that Mr. Hugh Campbell is your brother. Where is he?"
"He's here all right," Jerry answered, "but would you mind telling us what happened before I call him? Whatever he did he's jolly cut up about it, and if it was anything very bad I'd like to—to prepare him a bit, you know. He went to look for his stone and got the fright of his life when he found his hank and the blood."
"Blood!" the young man ejaculated, with a puzzled frown. "What blood?"
"He said the ground was soaked in blood. All the stones were red. He thinks that the person he hit must have lost pints of blood."