scrutable demeanour. As Dick always accepted them in
silence, she offered them equally in silence. No one could have guessed
the thoughts that passed in her heart.

At the end of a week Dick raised himself suddenly on his elbow.

"Some one is coming!" he exclaimed, in English.

At the sound of his voice the girl started forward. Her mouth parted,
her eyes sparkled, her nostrils quivered. Nothing could have been more
pathetic than this sudden ecstatic delight, as suddenly extinguished
when she perceived that the exclamation was involuntary and not
addressed to her. In a moment Sam Bolton appeared, striding out of the
forest.

He unslung his little pack, leaned his rifle against a tree, consigned
to May-may-gwan a dog he was leading, and approached the wigwam. He
seemed in high good humour.

"Well, how goes it?" he greeted.

But at the sight of the man striding in his strength Dick's dull anger
had fallen on him again like a blanket. Unreasonably, as he himself well
knew, he was irritated. Something held him back from the utterance of
the hearty words of greeting that had been on his tongue. A dull,
apathetic indifference to everything except the chains of his
imprisonment enveloped his spirit.

"All right," he answered, grudgingly.

Sam deftly unwound the bandages, examining closely the condition of the
foot.

"Bone's in place all right," he commented. "Has the girl rubbed it and
moved it every day?"

"Yes."

"Any pain to amount to anything now?"

"Pretty dull work lying on your back all day with nothing to do."

"Yes."

"Took in the country to southeast. Didn't find anything. Picked up a
pretty good dog. Part 'husky.'"

Dick had no comment to make on this. Sam found May-may-gwan making
friends with the dog, feeding him little scraps, patting his head, above
all wrinkling the end of his pointed nose in one hand and batting it
softly with the palm of the other. This caused the dog to sneeze
violently, but he exhibited every symptom of enjoyment. The animal had
long, coarse hair, sharp ears set alertly forward, a bushy tail, and
an expression of great but fierce intelligence.

[Illustration: "Listen, Little Sister," said he. "Now I go on a long
journey"]

"Eagle-eye does well," said the woodsman.

"I have done as the Little Father commanded," she replied, and arose to
cook the meal.

The next day Sam constructed a pair of crutches well padded with moss.

"Listen, Little Sister," said he. "Now I