He will give you what money is left in the bank at Las Vegas--we thought it would be safer over there.
"I want to thank you again.

God bless you.
"Your father, "JAMES MARSTON." Calumet slowly folded the letter and placed it into a pocket.

He looked at Toban, a glint of reproach in his eyes.
"So, it was you that I kept hearin' in the office--nights," he said.
"I reckon," said Toban.

He looked at Betty and grinned.
Calumet also looked at her.

His face was sober.
"I reckon I've been some fool," he said.