h they piled on a large flat rock; but the detective stood on
the upper deck and scowled down at us. Tish suggested that he was a
woman-hater.

"They know so many lawbreaking women," she said, "it's quite natural."

Having landed us, the boat went across to another island and deposited
Mr. McDonald and the green canoe. Tish, who had talked about a lodge in
some vast wilderness, complained at that; but when the detective got off
on a little tongue of the mainland, in sight of both islands, she said
the place was getting crowded and she had a notion to go farther.

The first thing she did was to sit on a box and open a map. The Canadian
Pacific was only a few miles away through the woods!

Hutchins proved herself a treasure. She could work all round the three
of us; she opened boxes and a can of beans for supper with the same
hatchet, and had tea made and the beans heated while Tish was selecting
a site for the tent.

But--and I remembered this later--she watched the river at intervals,
with her cheeks like roses from the exertion. She was really a pretty
girl--only, when no one was looking, her mouth that day had a way of
setting itself firmly, and she frowned at the water.

We, Hutchins and I, set up the stove against a large rock, and when the
teakettle started to boil it gave the river front a homey look. Sitting
on my folding-chair beside the stove, with a cup of tea in my hand and
a plate of beans on a doily on a packing-box beside me, I was entirely
comfortable. Through the glasses I could see the red-haired man on
the other shore sitting on a rock, with his head in his hands; but Mr.
McDonald had clearly located on the other side of his island and was
not in sight.

Aggie and Tish were putting up the tent, and Hutchins was feeding the
tea grounds to the worms, which had traveled comfortably, when I saw a
canoe coming up the river. I called to Tish about it.

"An Indian!" she said calmly. "Get the beads, Aggie; and put my shotgun
on that rock, where he can see it." She stood and watched him.
"Primitive man, every inch of him!" she went on. "Notice his uncovered
head. Notice the freedom, almost the savagery, of the way he uses that
paddle. I wish he would sing. You remember, in Hiawatha, how they sing
as they paddle along?"

She got the beads and went to the water's edge; but the Indian stooped
just then and, picking up a Panama hat, put it on his head.

"I have called," he said, "to see whether I can int