Then I knew you hadn't improved after leaving home.

And so you must continue to do Betty's will, and mine.
Do you doubt this is for your own good?
"YOUR FATHER." When Calumet folded the letter and placed it in a pocket, he leaned his arms on the table again and regarded Betty intently.
"Do you know what is in this letter ?" he said, tapping the pocket into which he had placed it.
"No." "There is something missing from the letter, ain't there ?" "Yes," she returned; "a thousand dollars." She passed it over to him.
As before, there were ten one-hundred-dollar bills.
His eyes flashed with mocking triumph.

"If you don't know what is in this letter--if you didn't read it--how do you know that I am to have this money ?" he said.
She silently passed over another envelope and watched him with a smile of quiet contempt as he removed the contents and read: "BETTY:--Give Calumet a thousand dollars when you turn over letter number three to him.
"JAMES MARSTON." Calumet looked at the envelope; Betty's name was on the face of it.
The triumph in his eyes was succeeded by embarrassment.

He looked up to see Betty's amused gaze on him.
"Well ?" she questioned.
"Most women would have read it," he said.

He got up and went outside, leaving her to look after him, not knowing whether he had meant to compliment her or not.
He found Dade and Malcolm standing near the stable.