of the second verse, and smiled.

"Do you like singing?" she asked.

"A-ha-ha," Kitty replied. "More, eh?"

Yea, though I walk through death's dark vale,
Yet will I fear no ill;
For Thou art with me; and Thy rod
And staff me comfort still.

When Jean had ended singing this verse there was a mistiness in her
eyes. How wonderfully true were those words in her own case. The
Shepherd had been with her through death's dark vale, He had comforted
her, and led her to this quiet woodland lake.

"Babby seek?" Sam asked, noticing her emotion.

"No, not sick, but very thankful," was the quiet reply. "My Great
Father in heaven has sent you to save me and to take me home. Do you
know Him?"

"A-ha-ha, me know'm. White man tell Injun long tam ago."

"Missionary?" Jean asked.

"A-ha-ha. Long black robe. Cross, all sam' dis," and Sam made the
form of the symbol of salvation with his forefinger.

Jean knew that he referred to some French missionary who had visited
the country.

"And he taught you about the Great Father?"

"A-ha-ha. Long black robe come up Wu-las-tukw in canoe. Sam no
forget. Sing more, eh?"

Jean did as she was requested, and sang several of the hymns she
remembered. At times she glanced at her dusky companions. Their eyes
shone with pleasure, mingled with admiration as they watched the
reclining girl, and listened to the words of hope and comfort. They
were but unlettered natives of the wild, yet their hearts responded
readily to the concord of sweet sounds. Often the good lying in such
hearts needs but a gentle fanning to burst forth in the beauty of love,
service, and devotion. Little did Jean realise the influence she was
exerting upon those two friendly Indians in that quiet lodge in the
depths of the great forest.

CHAPTER XIX

THE SMOKE SIGNAL

When Jean awoke the next morning she was stiff and sore. She longed to
stay there all day and rest. But Kitty informed her that they must
move on at once, for not only were the slashers hot upon their trail,
but that a storm was coming, and they would need better shelter than
their rude brush lean-to could give. In a short time Sam returned and
reported that their pursuers were floundering about in a valley several
miles away. They had evidently lost the trail, and it would take them
some time to find it again.

"Will they keep on following us?" Jean asked.

"A-ha-ha," Sam replied. "Stop bimeby, mebbe. See?"