d off and went back after them. What's the
matter here, that the flag is up? It was the biggest storm I ever
saw. Yes. A deal of beasties are killed back on the mainland. Any dead
over here?"

"No, I am glad to say, none that we know of. But Snowfoot's shed is
down and uncle is going to build a new one. I hope you've come to
work."

Pierre laughed and shrugged his shoulders.

"Oh! yes."

But his interest in work was far less than in the stranger whom he now
answered, and whose presence on Peace Island was a mystery to him.
Heretofore, the only visitors there had been laborers or traders, but
this young fellow so near his own age, despite his worn clothing, was
of another sort. He recognized this, at once, as Margot had done, and
his curiosity made him ask:

"Where'd you come from? Hurricane blow you out the sky?"

"About the same. I was lost in the woods and Margot found me and saved
my life. What'll you take for that moose?"

"There isn't money enough in the state of Maine to buy him!"

"Nonsense. Well, if there was I haven't it. But you could get a good
price for it anywhere."

Pierre looked Adrian over. From his appearance the lad was not likely
to be possessed of much cash, but the moose-trainer was eager for
capital, and never missed an opportunity of seeking it.

"I want to go into the show business. What do you say? would you
furnish the tents and fixings? And share the profits. I'm no scholar,
but maybe you'd know enough to get out the hand-bills and so on. What
do you say?"

"I--say---- What you mean, Pierre Ricord, keepin' the master waitin',
your foolishness, and him half sick? What kept you twice as long as
you ought? Hurry up, now, and put that moose in the cow-yard and get
to work."

The interruption was caused by Angelique, and it was curious to see
the fear with which she inspired the great fellow, her son. He forgot
the stranger, the show business, and all his own immediate interests,
and with the docility of a little child obeyed. Unhitching his odd
steed, he turned the canoe bottom upward on the beach and hastily led
the animal toward that part of the island clearing, where Snowfoot
stood in a little fenced-in lot behind her ruined shed.

Adrian went with him, and asked:

"Won't those two animals fight?"

"Won't get a chance. When one goes in the other goes out. Here, bossy,
you can take the range of the island. Get out!"

She was more willing to go than Madoc to enter the crampe