I found it, and it is due." The air of carelessness disappeared from the members of the crowd and the silence became oppressive.

Most of those present knew parts of Frenchy's story, and all were in hearty accord with anything he might do.

He reached within his vest and brought forth a deerskin bag.

Opening it, he drew out a package of oiled silk and from that he took a paper.
Carefully replacing the silk and the bag, he slowly unfolded the sheet in his hand and handed it to Buck, whose face hardened.

Two decades had passed since the foreman of the Bar-20 had seen that precious sheet, but the scene of its finding would never fade from his memory.