The Girl Trailer sprung eagerly forward and clutched the roll of damp paper which the half-breed extended.
“Now I shall know all!” she cried, turning to the fire, and filled with curiosity, the two gathered around her.
Ahdeek shook with emotion, and kept his large, lustrous eyes, half-filled with tears, fixed intently upon her.
“The ring first, Silver Rifle,” he suggested, in a tremulous tone, and the girl laid the papers aside.
The ring had been taken from the dead hand of the brave but ill-fated Doc Cromer, and the member buried amid the water rocks of the lake.
She soon discovered that the large jewel of the ring could be removed, and in a short time she had accomplished this and held a small fold of paper.
Her fingers shook while she unfolded it, and the trio watched with bated breath.
Suddenly the girl looked up and fastened her eyes upon Ahdeek.
He rose to his feet.
“My brother!” cried Silver Rifle, stepping toward him with outstretched hands. “I own you, brave boy; a nobler brother than Ahdeek I would not wish to own!”