ing of the sun. He at once got into his
canoe, and in a minute or two was paddling up the stream against the
rushing tide.

Very early the following morning, Margaret was on deck preparing to go
on shore while the tide was low, and, if possible, catch some fish for
breakfast. She had not been long on deck before she saw a canoe
approaching. As it neared the sloop she saw that Paul Guidon was its
only occupant. In a few minutes Paul was on board, looking as bright as
the morning star. Margaret bade him good morning and then related to him
the distressed condition of herself and children. He replied, with a
cheerful smile: "Suppose big boy and little ones go with Paul and catch
'em some fish?" She felt that the Indian had a kind heart and at once
consented to accompany him with her children. All got into the canoe,
and Paul at once began to paddle down the river. Although the morning
was without rain the sky was leaden, and the atmosphere heavy and damp.
As the Indian paddled the canoe along for a couple of miles, all on
board were joyous and seemed refreshed as they drank in the breeze from
off the breast of the bay.

They landed at a point of land, or rather of rocks, where Paul succeeded
in catching several fish, which he placed in the bottom of the canoe. He
then proposed to leave the place and proceed further down the shore.
Margaret replied that occasionally drops of rain fell upon her face, and
she feared a storm might suddenly spring up and bar their way back to
the vessel. She rather urged the Indian to return, but she saw by his
manner that he was inclined to demur to her solicitation. He said there
was a brook a short distance further down the shore, where there was
always plenty of good fish. Mrs. Godfrey finally consented to follow
Paul. He took in his arms the two smallest children, and pressing them
closely to his broad chest with his long sinewy arms, was soon skipping
from rock to rock like a mountain goat. The mother and the three other
children followed as closely as possible in Paul's tracks.

After the Indian had gone about a hundred yards, he looked over his left
shoulder and appeared satisfied that all was well. He redoubled his
speed and bounded along as a deer, and suddenly turning to the right he
made his way up a slope of ground and was out of sight among the trees.

Margaret now began to feel anxious, fearing that after all the trust she
had reposed in Paul, he might yet prove unfaithful. Sh