"
"Of course!" said Philip gently, "but, somehow, I can't believe it's
true, Diane. There's logic against it. Why, Great Scott!" he added
cheerfully, for all there was a lump in his throat at the wistful
tragedy in the girl's eyes, "there's Theodomir's own statement in the
candlestick--have you forgotten?"
"It spoke of--of marriage?"
"It said that Theodomir had gone into the Glades hunting and had come
upon the Indian village. There he met and married your mother and
later divorced her."
"If I could only be sure!" faltered Diane.
"You can," said Philip, "for I am going back to the Glades to-morrow to
hunt this thing to earth. The old chief will know."
"But the trail, Philip?"
"There are ways of finding it," said Philip reassuringly.
He was so cool and matter-of-fact, so entirely cheerful and
resourceful, that Diane found his comfortable air of confidence
contagious. Only for a time, however. A little later she glanced
mutely into his face, met his eyes, flushed scarlet and fell to shaking
again.
"Philip!" she whispered.
"Yes?" There was a wonderful gentleness in Philip's voice.
"I--I can't go back to camp yet, for all it's raining."
"Well," said Philip comfortably, "rain be hanged. We'll wait a bit.
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