CHAPTER XIV
THE OWNER OF THE WATCH
"SO they got word to you!" Constance exclaimed; she seemed still confused. "Oh, no—of course they couldn't have done that! They've hardly got my letter yet."
"Your letter?" Alan asked.
"I wrote to Blue Rapids," she explained. "Some things came—they were sent to me. Some things of Uncle Benny's which were meant for you instead of me."
"You mean you've heard from him?"
"No—not that."
"What things, Miss Sherrill?"
"A watch of his and some coins and—a ring." She did not explain the significance of those things, and he could not tell from her mere enumeration of them and without seeing them that they furnished proof that his father was dead. She could not inform him of that, she felt, just here and now.
"I'll tell you about that later. You—you were coming to Harbor Point to see us?"
He colored. "I'm afraid not. I got as near as this to you because there is a man—an Indian—I have to see."
"An Indian? What is his name? You see, I know quite a lot of them."
