Theodore Seixas Solomons

“ She lit a candle, opened the package, glanced wonderingly at the deeds, and read Bruce Waring's note:
Dear Joan: If you will let me call you Joan just once more, for old time's sake. Ticely and I have hit the overland trail, but we expect to be back. But if anything prevents, please record the location notices you stamped a while ago and record these deeds and tell the men. The ground may be worth something. Anyhow, the whole outfit we have is theirs. ”

“ She drew her arm away and turned stiffly toward her father.
“You're too easy, dad! What did you let them go for, you men?” she scolded. “Didn't you have sense enough to know that they knew what you were going to do? They've robbed us, dad, and—and all you think of is your old law!” She walked out among them—to Tholmes.
“Where did they go? Which way did they go?”
“We don't know yet, Miss Manners. Their cabin is empty, that's all.”
Joan knew that she must act quickly—else some one would suggest the horses.
“The river!” she cried. “That light, slender canoe of Ticely's—the red canoe! ”

“ You will think we changed our minds pretty suddenly, and you will think even less of me. There are things I can't explain—and never can. But if I live, I'm coming back some time to Midas or wherever you and your father are. Good-by for now, little pal. Your friend,
Bruce Waring. P. S. -Please burn this and say nothing. ”