own account. She received Angus with a crow when
he entered the house after his interview with Ravenshaw, and appeared to
listen intently as he poured his sorrows into his sister's ear.

"It's up at the knowl I've peen, Martha, an' I left Samyool Ruvnshaw
there in a fery pad temper--fery pad inteed. He'll come oot of it,
whatever."

"An' he'll not be for sellin' you the knowl?" asked Martha.

"No, he won't," replied Angus.

From this point they went off into a very long-winded discussion of the
pros and cons of the case, which, however, we will spare the reader, and
return to Willow Creek. The bed of the creek, near to the point where
it joined the Red River, was a favourite resort of Master Tony. Thither
he went that same afternoon to play.

Having observed the child's habits, Petawanaquat paddled his canoe to
the same point and hid it and himself among the overhanging bushes of
the creek. In the course of his gambols Tony approached the place. One
stroke of the paddle sent the light birch-bark canoe like an arrow
across the stream. The Indian sprang on shore. Tony gave him one
scared look and was about to utter an appalling yell, when a red hand
covered his mouth and another red hand half throttled him.

Petawanaquat bundled the poor child into the bottom of his canoe,
wrapped a leather coat round his head, spread a buffalo robe over him,
gave him a smart rap on the head to keep him quiet, and paddled easily
out into the stream. Steadily, but not too swiftly, he went down the
river, down the rapids, and past the Indian settlement without
attracting particular notice. Once the buffalo robe moved; the paddle
descended on it with a sounding whack, and it did not move again.
Before night closed, the Indian was paddling over the broad bosom of
Lake Winnipeg.

Of course, Tony was soon missed; his haunts were well known; Miss Trim
traced his footprints to the place where he had been seized, saw
evidences of the struggle, the nature of which she correctly guessed,
and came shrieking back to the house, where she went off into hysterics,
and was unable to tell anything about the matter.

Fortunately, Victor was there; he also traced the footsteps. Instead of
returning home he ran straight to the school-house, which he reached out
of breath.

"Come, Ian, come!" he gasped. "Tony's been carried off--Petawanaquat!
Bring your canoe and gun; all the ammunition you can lay hands on!"

Ian asked for no explanati