Carolyn Ffolliott looked at the trinket with narrowing eyes. Her lips were a trifle compressed.
"There ain't any mistake, is there?" the boy asked, at last, speaking anxiously. "That's the ring Rod lost, ain't it? Anyway, it's one exactly like it,—that red stone with something cut into it."
"There isn't the least chance of any mistake," was the answer. "Of course it's Rod's."
Carolyn gave back the ring.
"And I sh'll have the reward?"
"Of course."
The girl appeared to have lost all interest in the matter. She turned to go back to the piazza.
Leander made an extremely tight, hard, dingy fist of one hand, with the ring enclosed, and then he leaped down from the wall, landing so near to his sister that she staggered away from him.
"I wish you would behave respectably!" she cried.