or so from the canoe to the window. Mrs
Ravenshaw leaned over and seized Tony's uplifted hands. Elsie and Cora
lent assistance. A light vault, and Tony went in at the window, from
which immediately issued half-stifled cries of joy. At that moment
Peegwish uttered a terrible roar, as he fell back into the room with the
broken line in his hand, accidentally driving Wildcat into a corner. A
last supreme effort had been made by the pig. He had broken the hook,
and went off with a final shriek of triumph.

Thus, amid an appropriate whirlwind of confusion, noise, and disaster,
was the long-lost Tony restored to his mother's arms!

Seated calmly in the stern of his canoe, Petawanaquat observed the scene
with a look of profound gravity. His revenge was complete! He had
returned to his enemy the boy of whom he had become so fond that he felt
as though Tony really were his own son. He had bowed his head to the
dictates of an enlightened conscience. He had returned good for evil.
A certain feeling of deep happiness pervaded the red man's heart, but it
was accompanied, nevertheless, by a vague sense of bereavement and
sadness which he could not shake off just then.

Quite as calmly and as gravely sat Ian Macdonald. His eyes once more
beheld Elsie, the angel of his dreams, but he had no right to look upon
her now with the old feelings. Her troth was plighted to Lambert. It
might be that they were already married! though he could not bring
himself to believe that; besides, he argued, hoping against hope, if
such were the case, Elsie would not be living with her father's family.
No, she was not yet married, he felt sure of that; but what mattered it?
A girl whose heart was true as steel could never be won from the man to
whom she had freely given herself. No, there was no hope; and poor Ian
sat there in silent despair, with no sign, however, of the bitter
thoughts within on his grave, thoughtful countenance.

Not less gravely sat Michel Rollin in the stern of his canoe. No sense
of the ludicrous was left in his anxious brain. He had but one idea,
and that was--old Liz! With some impatience he waited until the ladies
inside the house were able to answer his queries about his mother. No
sooner did he obtain all the information they possessed than he
transferred Meekeye to her husband's canoe, and set off alone in the
other to search for the lost hut--as Winklemann had done before him.

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