Suddenly a light flashed in his face, followed by a look in his eyes that they had not known for weeks--not since the Swede left.

The light came when his glance fell upon Tod's lithe figure swinging along the road; the look kindled when he saw Tod stop and wave his hand triumphantly over his head.
The letter had arrived! With a movement as quick as that of a horse touched by a whip, he started across the sand to meet the surfman.
"Guess we got it all right this time, captain," cried Tod.

"It's got the Nassau postmark, anyhow.

There warn't nothin' else in the box but the newspapers," and he handed the package to his chief.
The two walked to the house and entered the captain's office.

Tod hung back, but the captain laid his hand on his shoulder.
"Come in with me, Fogarty.