The Cubs now felt that they were at a complete dead-end in their search for the elusive archer. Believing that Colonel Brekenridge was unable to provide any useful clues, they arose to leave.
At this point, however, Mr. Kain brought out the small leather bag.
Even before the bank employee explained anything about it, the colonel’s eyes fastened attentively upon the pouch.
“That little bag has a familiar look,” he remarked.
“It isn’t yours by chance?” inquired Mr. Kain in surprise.
“Those symbols remind me of a bag I once owned. May I see it please?”
“Certainly.” Mr. Kain offered the coin-filled leather pouch.
“This certainly looks like a bag I once bought from an Indian on one of my trips through the west,” Colonel Brekenridge said. “Come to think of it, I don’t know what ever became of it either.”
“You are a coin collector perhaps?” interposed Mr. Holloway.
“No, I have no hobbies. In my younger days I enjoyed travel and picked up a few curios. But in no sense of the word could you call me a collector.”