"It upset him a lot. But
that night by the old chief's camp fire, Philip discovered--"
"Yes?"
"That some imperfection in the stilted wording of the hidden paper had
led us all astray. Philip said he could not be sure--there was so much
fuss and trouble and misunderstanding--but the old chief had nursed
Theodomir through some dreadful illness and knew it all. They were
staunch friends. Norman Westfall came into the Glades hunting with a
friend. He persuaded your mother to go away with him, but they
went--_alone_!"
"You mean--"
"That they did not take a child away from the Indian village as the
paper in the candlestick declares--"
"And the daughter of Theodomir?"
"Is Keela. They left her by the old chief's wigwam."
Diane stared.
CHAPTER XLIX
MR. DORRIGAN
Carl, traveling north after a day of earnest discussion in his cousin's
camp, thought much of the second candlestick. Since that night in
Philip's wigwam, it had haunted him persistently. Now with Diane's
permission to probe its secret--if, indeed, it had one like its charred
companion--he was fretting again, as he had intermittently fretted in
the lodge of Mic-co, at the train of circumstances that had interposed
delay.
Train and taxi were perniciously slow.
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