"I reckon I'll be lightin' out for town," he said to the sheriff.
"Wait," said the sheriff; "I'll be goin' that way myself, directly." Calumet had preceded Toban.

As the latter was speaking to Bernse, Calumet stood before Betty, who, with Bob, had moved to the sitting-room door and was standing, pale, her eyes moist and brilliant with the depth of her emotions.
Briefly, he told her what he had found in the clearing.
"And the idol's gone," he concluded.

"Telza's got it." "Thank God!" she exclaimed, devoutly.
"I reckon," came Toban's voice, as he stepped across the kitchen floor toward them, "that we'd better bring this here idol business to an end.
Mebbe it's bothered you folks a heap, but it's had me sorta uneasy, too." He grinned at Betty.

"Mebbe you'd better show him his dad's last letter," he suggested.

"I reckon it'll let me out of this deal.
An' I'm sure wantin' to go back home." Betty vanished into the sitting-room in an instant, and presently returned bearing an envelope of the shape and size which had contained all of the elder Marston's previous communications to Calumet.