The revolver and the knife dropped from Bram's hand.

He held only the whip and the club.
Philip drew forth the wallet.
"You lost something--when you camped that night near Pierre Breault's cabin," he said, and his own voice seemed strange and thick to him.
"I've followed you--to give it back.

I could have killed you if I had wanted to--when I fired over your head.

But I wanted to stop you.

I wanted to give you--this." He held out to Bram the golden snare..