Old Broadbrim took the paper and put it away.
"Not a word about this, please," he said to the girl.
"I am your secret keeper," she answered. "This matter is in your hands. When Foster comes home you can tell him about the torn letter if you wish, but I will not without your authority. The slayer of my benefactor must be found."
"He shall be."
"Even if the trail leads across the sea?"
"Yes, even if it leads around the world and into the heart of the wild Australian bush."
In after days Old Broadbrim, the tracker, was to recall his words with many a thrill.
[CHAPTER III.]
THE CLEW AND THE TALISMAN.