His sharp eyes had caught the glint of something white, which, upon being examined, proved to be a small ivory or bone buckle with a piece broken out.

He showed it to Joe.
"By heavens! Wetzel, that's a buckle off Nell Well's shoe.

I've seen it too many times to mistake it." "I was afeared Girty hed your friends, the sisters, an' mebbe your brother, too.

Jack Zane said the renegade was hangin' round the village, an' that couldn't be fer no good." "Come on.

Let's kill the fiend!" cried Joe, white to the lips.
"I calkilate they're about a mile down stream, makin' camp fer the night.