"Go ahead," he granted.
Frank went over to the tap and as he did so he passed the cap on the peg. He took a swift look at the cap.
He had made no mistake. It was his father's.
Then he received a shock that almost stunned him. For a second he almost stopped in his tracks, but then he recollected himself and moved mechanically on toward the tap.
He had seen bloodstains!
On the lower edge of the cap were three large stains, reddish in color. They could have been made by nothing but blood.
In a daze, Frank turned on the water, filled the dipper and drank. At last he turned away, conscious that Redhead had been eyeing him carefully all the time.
"Thanks," he said, and again cast a glance at the peg.
The cap was gone!
Redhead had undoubtedly snatched it away and hidden it. Frank gave no sign that he noticed anything amiss, and walked out of the kitchen into the yard, where he rejoined the others.
"I guess we may as well be going," he said.
"You might as well," snapped the woman. "There's been no strangers around here."
"We're sorry we troubled you," said Joe. "Good-bye."
