Presently his eyes fell upon the arrow. He started, a flush of
excitement rushed across his face, and his hands and lips trembled
as he closely examined the feather.
All-gazed at him with astonishment.
"Oh, papa, papa," he cried at last, "I know this arrow!"
"Know the arrow!" all repeated.
"Yes, I am quite, quite sure I know it. Don't you remember,
Charley, the day that those wounded Indians started, as we were
taking the quivers down to them, I noticed that one arrow had two
feathers which I had never seen before, and could not guess what
bird they came from. They were light blue, with a crimson tip. I
pulled one off to compare it with my others. It is at home now. I
remember that I chose the one I did because the other one had two
of the little side feathers gone. This is the feather, I can most
solemnly declare, and you see the fellow one is gone. That arrow
belongs to one of the men we recovered."
All crowded round to examine the arrow, and then Mr. Hardy said
solemnly, "Thank God for his mercy, He has decided our way now.
Undoubtedly, as Hubert says, one of the men we aided is of the
party, and wishes to show his gratitude. So he has managed to get a
piece of Ethel's dress, and has tied it to this arrow, hoping that
we should recognize the feather.
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