Y have everything down there--the biggest rivers in the world, the

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A pocket inside his shirt, he drew out a small, flat leather wallet, and
thrust

it in the little Missioner's hand. "There's close to a thousand dollars
in that," he said. "It's mine. And I'm giving it to you--for Nada. I
want

you to keep her, and care for her, and mebby some day--" With both her
hands Nada clutched his arm. Her eyes had widened. Swift pallor had
driven the color from her face, and a broken cry was in her voice. "I'm
goin' with you," she protested. "I'm goin' with you--and Peter!" "You
can't--now," he said. "I've got
to go alone,
Nada. I went back--and I killed Jed Hawkins." Over the roof of the cabin
rolled a crash of thunder. As the explosion of it rocked the floor under
their feet, Jolly Roger pointed to a door, and said, "Father, if you
will leave us alone--just
a minute--" White-faced,

clutching the wallet, the little
gray Missioner nodded, and went to the door, and as he opened

it and entered into the darkness of the other room he saw Jolly Roger
McKay open wide his arms, and the girl go into them. After that the
storm broke. The rain descended in a deluge upon the cabin roof. The
black

night was
filled with the rumble and roar and the hissing lightning-flare
of pent-up elements suddenly freed of bondage. And in the darkness and
tumult the Missioner stood, a little gray man of tragedy, of deeply
buried secrets,
a man of prayer and of faith in God--his heart whispering for guidance
and mercy as he waited. The minutes
passed. Five.
Ten. And then there came a louder roaring of the
storm, shut off quickly, and the little Missioner knew that a door was
opened--and closed. He lifted the latch, and loo