"A thirty-eight fifty-five," said Thomas.

Doctor Joe drew from his pocket the bullet extracted from Lem's wound.
Thomas examined it critically.

"There's no doubtin' 'tis a thirty-eight fifty-five," he admitted.
"'Tis true Injun Jake gets a pair of nailed boots like the lumber folk
wears. But Injun Jake'll tell me whether 'twere he shot Lem. Injun
Jake'll be fair about un with me whatever. 'Tis hard for me to believe
he did un. If he did, he'll be gone from the Nascaupee when I gets
there. If he didn't, I'll find he waitin'!"

"Let us hope he'll be there, and let us hope he's innocent," said
Doctor Joe.

Some day and in some way every sin is punished and every criminal is
discovered. It is an immutable law of God that he who does wrong must
atone for the wrong. We do not always know how the punishment is
brought about, but the guilty one knows. And so with the shooting and
robbery of Lem Horn. Many months were to pass before the mystery was
to be solved, and then the revelation was to come in a startling
manner in the course of an adventure amid the deep snows of winter.

Thomas sailed away the following morning. They watched his boat pass
down through The Jug and out into the Bay, and then the silence of the
wilderness closed upon him, and no word came as to whether or no
Indian Jake met him at the Nascaupee River camp.