a scarcely glanced in the direction of the distant moving picture
camp, and she said composedly:

"It is Chief Totantora. He comes for me."

The Indian in the canoe caused the craft to tear through the water. No
such paddling had the two white girls ever seen before. Not a motion was
lost on the part of Chief Totantora. Every stroke of his paddle drove the
craft on with a speed to make anybody marvel.

"Something has happened!" gasped Ruth, standing up.

"He comes for me," repeated Wonota, still calmly.

"What for?" queried Helen, quite as much disturbed now as her chum.

Before the Indian girl could have answered--had she intended to
explain--the canoe came close in to the bank of the island, was swerved
dexterously, and Totantora leaped ashore--a feat not at all easy to
perform without overturning the canoe. It scarcely rocked.

He stooped and held it from scraping against the rock, and shot up at his
daughter several brief sentences in their own tongue. He paid no
attention to Ruth, even, although she stepped forward and asked what his
errand was.

"I must go, Miss Ruth," said Wonota quickly. "Mr. Hammond has sent him.
It was arranged before."

"What was arranged?" demanded Ruth, with some sharpness.

"We are going yonder," she pointed to the hazy shore of Grenadier Island
that was in view from where they stood. "It is said by Mr. Hammond that
yonder the man with the little green eyes--the fat man--cannot have us
taken."

"For goodness' sake!" gasped Helen, "she's talking of that Bilby, isn't
she?"

"What does it mean? Has Bilby come again?" cried Ruth, speaking directly
to Totantora.

"We go," said the chief. "Hammond, he say so. Now. They come for me and
for Wonota with talking papers from the white man's court."

"Then Mr. Hammond's lawyer could not do all Mr. Hammond expected," sighed
Ruth. "The picture will be ruined."

"I never heard of such a thing," cried Helen angrily. "I'd like to know
what sort of courts and judges they have up here in these woods?"

But Ruth wanted to know more. She held Wonota back as she would have
stepped into the canoe.

"Wait," she urged. "Tell me more, Totantora. Where are you taking
Wonota?"

It was the Indian girl who answered.

"Over on that shore," said she, pointing again to the Canadian island,
"these courts cannot touch us. Mr. Hammond told my father so. We go there
to wait until the trouble is over. Mr. Hammond spoke of it before.
Totantora is inform