, if we're ready. Or next day."

They were still in the log house when, twenty-four hours later, the
telephone rang, and Gloria, quick to forestall her mother, heard the
operator saying: "Coloma calling Ben Gaynor's residence."

"Coloma!" thought Gloria with a quickened heartbeat. Then it wouldn't be
her father, after all; it would be Mark King----

But her father it was, and she was disappointed. The message, however,
was for King.

"Mark will show up in a day or so," he said. "Tell him that I did as he
asked; that Brodie is in and out from here, the Lord knows what about;
that old Honeycutt boasts that what he has hidden nobody is going to
find. I think if he ever talks to anybody it will be to me, and I'll run
in and see him whenever I get a chance to get over here. And tell King
that--that----Oh, I guess that's all; better let me have a word with
your mother."

Ben Gaynor was never the man for successful subterfuge, especially with
his daughter; she could read every look in his eye, every twitch of his
mouth, and now, over many miles of country telephone lines, she knew
that her beloved old humbug of a male parent was "holding out on her."
Her first impulse was to face him down and demand to be told the rest.
But realizing that a father at the end of a long-distance line was
possessed of a certain strategic advantage presenting more difficulties
than a mother at hand, she said lightly:

"All right, papa. I'll call her. Be sure you take good care of yourself.
Bydie." She relinquished the telephone instrument to her mother and
stood waiting.

She could hear the buzzing of her father's voice but no distinct word.
Her mother said "Yes?" and "Yes," and "Yes, Ben." And then: "Oh, _Ben_!
I don't understand." And then her mother's voice sharpened, and she cut
into something Gaynor was saying: "I can't say anything like _that_! It
is as though we suspected him of being underhanded. And----"

Such scraps of talk were baffling, and Gloria, with scant patience for
the baffling, moved up and down restlessly. When her mother had clicked
up the receiver, Gloria followed her and demanded to be told. Mrs.
Gaynor looked worried; said it was nothing, and refused to talk. But in
five minutes her daughter knew everything Gaynor had said. King was to
be told that Gratton, instead of going straight to San Francisco, had
gone down to Placerville, and next had turned up at Coloma; that he had
spent three days there; that he had gon