ried him.
"It's only last Sunday that he stole a blanket out of old Renton's tent,
and that, too, when Mr Cockran was holding service here; but we'll put
a stop to such doings. Now, then, heave together--one, two, three--"

The four powerful men hurled the thief into the air with vigour. He
went well up and out, came down with a sounding splash, and disappeared
amid shouts of laughter. He rose instantly, and with much spluttering
regained the shore, where he was suffered to depart in peace by the
executioners of the law, who returned quietly to their tents.

Mr Ravenshaw was left alone, moralising on the depravity of human
nature. The sun was setting in a blaze of golden light, and tipping the
calm waters of the flood with lines of liquid fire. Turning from the
lovely scene with a sigh, the old trader was about to return to his tent
when the sound of a voice arrested him. It came from a canoe which had
shot suddenly from a clump of half-submerged trees by which it had been
hitherto concealed.

As the canoe approached, Mr Ravenshaw ascended a neighbouring mound to
watch it. Soon it touched the shore, and three of its occupants
landed--an Indian and two boys. A woman who occupied the bow held the
frail bark steady. The Indian at once strode up towards the camp. In
doing so he had to pass the mound where Mr Ravenshaw was seated on a
ledge of rock. He looked at the trader, and stopped. At the same
moment the latter recognised Petawanaquat!

If a mine had been sprung beneath his feet he could not have leaped up
with greater celerity. Then he stood for a moment rooted to the spot as
if transformed into stone--with mouth open and eyes glaring.

To behold his enemy standing thus calmly before him, as if they had only
parted yesterday and were on the best of terms, with no expression on
his bronzed visage save that of grave solemnity, was almost too much for
him! He grasped convulsively the heavy stick which he usually carried.
The thought of the foul wrong done him by the red man rushed into his
memory with overwhelming force. It did not occur to him to remember his
own evil conduct! With a roar of rage worthy of a buffalo bull he
rushed towards him. The red man stood firm. What the result would have
been if they had met no one can tell, for at that moment an Indian boy
ran forward and planted himself right in front of the angry man.

"Father!"

Mr Ravenshaw dropped his cudgel and his jaw, and stood agh