t is to be hoped that our new hosts will
be equally generous with their provisions."

A few hours later Donald awoke with an uneasy motion of the canoe, to
find it dancing on the little seas raised by a brisk breeze from the
westward. The eastern sky was aglow; and, rising darkly against the
ruddy light, not a mile away lay an island.

"Is that the one?" he asked of his companion, after awakening him, and
pointing to the forest-crowned land.

"How should I know?" answered Bullen, sleepily. "They all look alike
from this distance."

"All right," replied Donald, cheerily. "I'll put you so close to it
that you can't help knowing." So saying, he seized his paddle and
headed their craft toward the shore. He was weary and faint from
hunger; but filled with an exhilaration born of near-by danger, and the
possible meeting within a few minutes with the dearly loved sister whom
he had sought so long, and for whose sake he had suffered so much.

They skirted the shore for a short distance before finding a little
cove, bordered with overhanging spruce and cedars, at the head of which
they made a landing on a beach of smooth pebbles.

"I believe this is the place," whispered the paymaster, visibly
agitated by excitement.

The silence about them was unbroken, and if there were people near at
hand, friends or foes, they gave no sign of their presence.

"Hello! Hello the camp!" called Donald, loud and clear. He had no
idea of running the risk of being made a target for rifle bullets, by
attempting to surprise an Indian camp in broad daylight.

There was no response, no sound of any kind; and after waiting a full
minute he sprang into a little path that wound upward among the
evergreens, leaving Bullen to follow more slowly.

When the latter overtook his companion, a few moments later, he found
him standing in an open space that he instantly recognized as the place
where he had bidden farewell to Edith Hester some two weeks before.
Now it was silent and deserted. The empty frames of a few lodges stood
like gaunt skeletons of human habitations, and Donald was gazing
wofully at the sodden ashes of a campfire.

"They are gone," he said, bitterly, "as I might have known they would
be; and from the look of things they must have left very soon after you
did. Now, if you can tell me which way to turn, or what to do next,
you will prove yourself a better reader of riddles than I am."

"Find something to eat first, and pla