“They’s the men!  They’s the men that had the cache and tied me up!”

“They’ve been hard men in life and probably done much evil in their day, but they’re past it now and we’ll treat their remains gently and humanly,” said Doctor Joe as he covered their faces with a cloth.

Then they undid the flatsled and carried the contents into the cabin, where the things would be safe from the dogs.  There were provisions, a bag of clothing, two thirty-eight calibre rifles, a quantity of ammunition and a small bag, which Jamie declared was the bag which had been cached in the tree.

“I’m goin’ to look at un,” said Eli. “’Twill do no harm.”

Eli undid the bag and drew forth a package which proved to contain a large roll of bills, amounting to several hundred dollars.  Then followed two marten pelts, a red fox pelt, and the pelt of a beautiful silver fox.  Eli shook the silver fox pelt, and holding it up examined it critically.

“’Tis Pop’s silver!” he exclaimed.

“Are you sure?” asked Doctor Joe.

“’Tis Pop’s silver!  I’d know un anywheres!” declared Eli positively.

“Then,” said Doctor Joe, “it was not Indian Jake but these men who shot your father and stole the fur.”

“And stole our boat!” Jamie broke in excitedly.

“’Twere they stole the silver,” Eli admitted, “and the Lord punished un.  I’m wonderful glad my bullet went abroad and didn’t hurt Indian Jake.”

“We all thought Indian Jake guilty,” said Doctor Joe.  “How easy it is to pass judgment on people, and how often we misjudge them!”

“And knowin’ he didn’t take un, and after I’d tried to kill he,” went on Eli contritely, “he were wonderful good to me, havin’ me bide to supper and givin’ me deer’s meat.”

“I’m rememberin’,” broke in Jamie, “that the men were talkin’ o’ somethin’ they were takin’ from the ship, and fearin’ the lumber boss would find out about un.  ’Twere the money they means.”

There was a howl of arriving dogs outside, and Jamie rushed to the door to meet David and Andy and Margaret, and, to his unbounded delight, Thomas and Indian Jake.

While Thomas was being overwhelmed by Jamie, Indian Jake with a broad grin extended his hand to Eli.

“How do, Eli?”

“How do, Jake?” Eli took Indian Jake’s hand.  “I got the silver back, Jake, and you never took un.  I’m wonderful sorry the way I done.”

“I’ve got your ca’tridges here, Eli,” grinned Indian Jake.  “You can have un back now.”

“But didn’t Andy have grit, now!” Jamie’s voice rose above the babel.  “Didn’t he have grit to go out in the night when ’twas that nasty!  And a stout heart, too, like a man!  Andy’s a wonderful fine scout, whatever!”

And so ended the mystery of the shooting and the robbery of Lem Horn, and so the guilty were discovered and punished, as in some manner and at some time all wrong-doers are discovered and punished.  It is the immutable law of God.