and it
seemed to suit her. But Glen what? He longed to know that, too. Her
voice was soft and musical. It appealed to him. Yes, everything
seemed to be in harmony, he mused. Name, voice, dress, and manner, all
suited the girl admirably. It was a happy combination.

From where he was standing he could watch her unobserved. He could see
the side of her face nearest to him, and he noted how flushed it was
with excitement. She was keenly interested in the approaching boat,
and her eyes followed it most intently.

The steamer had already slowed down, and its movement now was scarcely
perceptible. Reynolds looked at the small approaching craft, and to
his surprise he saw that it was a large canoe, being paddled by four
stalwart Indians. There were several white men on board, although he
could not distinguish their faces. Who could they be, and where had
they come from? he wondered. A man standing nearby asked the same
question, though no one seemed to be able to give a satisfactory answer.

By this time the canoe was so near the steamer that from his position
Reynolds could see nothing more owing to the men crowding the rail. He
glanced toward the girl just as she turned suddenly away from the side
of the steamer and walked rapidly across the deck. She seemed much
agitated, and the flush had fled her face, leaving it very white. All
this Reynolds briefly noted, and when she had disappeared through a
door leading into the observation room, he stood wrapped in thought,
wondering as to the cause of the remarkable change that had so suddenly
taken place. Was there some mystery connected with her life, and had
she recognized someone in the canoe she did not wish to meet? He
determined to learn what he could about the picked-up men, and to keep
his eyes and ears open for further developments.

CHAPTER III

A BIG BLAZIN' LAUGH

"Fine sight that, sir."

Reynolds turned sharply at these words, and saw the old man with the
long beard and flowing hair standing at his left. Although he himself
was almost six feet in height, he seemed small by the side of this
stranger, who was looking calmly out over the water toward the
fog-bank, which had now lifted and was slowly dissolving.

"Ye don't see the likes of that often," he continued, "an' it ain't
everyone who kin read its meanin', either."

"What do you see there?" Reynolds asked, more interested in hearing the
man's deliberate drawl than the meaning of