It seemed as
safe a place as I could devise, for the chain never left the
child's neck, and nobody except her mother, Dave, and I knew that
it was placed there. Dave hid his half under a rock that was
known to both of us. The strange thing about the story is that my
false friend, in the hurry of his flight, forgot to take his
section of the map with him. I found it under the rock next day,
so that his vile treachery availed him nothing from a mercenary
point of view."
"Didn't take his half of the map with him. That's right funny,"
Bucky mused aloud.
"We never could understand why he didn't."
"Mebbe if you understood that a heap of things might be clear
that are dark now."
"Mebbe. Knowing Dave Henderson as I did, or, rather, as I thought
I did, such treachery as his was almost unbelievable. He was the
sweetest, sunniest soul I ever knew, and no two brothers could
have been as fond of each other as we seemed to be. But there was
no chance of mistake. He had gone, and taken our child with him,
likely in accordance with a plan of revenge long cherished by
him. We never heard of him or the child again.
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