His breath was coming more faintly.
"I understand," whispered Nathaniel. "I understand--"
Obadiah's dimming eyes gazed at him steadily.
"I thought my vengeance would come--in time--to save her, Nat. But--it
failed. I knew of one other way and when all seemed lost--I took it. I
killed the old people--the murderers of her father--of my Jean! I knew
that would destroy Strang's power--"
In a sudden spasm of strength he lifted his head. His voice came in a
hoarse, excited whisper.
"You won't tell Marion--you won't tell Marion that I killed them--"
"No--never."
Obadiah fell back with a relieved sigh. After a moment he added.
"In a chest in the cabin there is a letter for Marion. It tells her
about her mother--and the gold there--is for her--and Neil--"
His eyes closed. A shudder passed through his form.
"Marion--" he breathed. "Marion!"
Nathaniel rose to his feet and ran to the cabin door.
"Marion!" he called.
Blinding tears shut out the vision of the girl from his eyes. He
pointed, looking from her, and she, knowing what he meant, sped past him
to the old councilor.
In the great low room in which Obadiah Price had spent so many years
planning his vengeance Captain Plum waited.
After a time, the girl came back.
There was great pain in her voice as she stretched out her arms to him
blindly, sobbing his name.
"Gone--gone--they're all gone now--but Neil!"
Nathaniel held out his arms.
"Only Neil,"--he cried, "only Neil--Marion--?"
"And you--you--you--"
Her arms were around his neck, he held her throbbing against his breast.
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