"Take the canoe," said Garth; "and they can't hold you up."

"What will I do with the horses?" asked Charley.

This was a problem. "How many?" Garth asked.

"Three."

"How will we keep them out of Grylls's hands?"

"Why wait at all?" asked Natalie. "Let us all get in the canoe, and
start for home. It will take me just five minutes to get ready!"

But Garth shook his head. "You can't ride above a walk yet," he said.
"It would mean a running fight all the way. The odds are still too
great against us in the open!"

"The fellows from the Settlement promised to come look for us in a week
if we weren't home," said Charley.

"Good!" said Garth. "Then we'll wait for them!"

"And the horses?" said the boy anxiously. "They're not much to brag
about; but I'm in debt a hundred bones for them."

Garth clapped him on the back again. "Don't you worry about that, old
boy!" he cried. "The debt is mine! Tell you what we'll do!" he added,
"We'll bring them up here, and swim them off to the island. There's
forage enough over there for a day or two, and they will be right under
our eyes!"

They set off immediately in the canoe; and it was all accomplished as
planned. Charley brought the precious grub back by water, out of
Grylls's possible reach; while Garth drove the horses in over the trail
at a smart pace. Nothing happened en route; it was probably all done
before their adversaries had time to plan an attack. They swam the
horses to the island, and were both back in the shack, before it was
light enough to aim a gun.

Breakfast followed; and such a breakfast! They both helped the one-armed
cook. There was bannock light and snowy; bacon fried crisp--"breakfast"
bacon, very different in the North from plain "bacon"; and fried
sardines--delectable morsels! and coffee, and jam. All the delicious
things Garth and Natalie had dreamed of paled beside this homely
reality. Each of the three was delighted, moreover, to see the others
eat; Charley in especial, at the sight of the good he had brought, could
scarcely stop grinning to chew. Afterward he had to be told all that had
happened; and he in return related his adventures.

"Tell you what! I was sore when Garth sent me back!" Charley began.
"'What's the use!' I thought. 'I can't do any work, not knowing what's
come of them.' In the end I just didn't go back. I had all kinds of
crazy ideas about following you along the trail; but at last I thought
maybe I could be some real