ids," she explained. "Some things came--they were
sent to me. Some things of Uncle Benny's which were meant for you
instead of me."

"You mean you've heard from him?"

"No--not that."

"What things, Miss Sherrill?"

"A watch of his and some coins and--a ring." She did not explain the
significance of those things, and he could not tell from her mere
enumeration of them and without seeing them that they furnished proof
that his father was dead. She could not inform him of that, she felt,
just here and now.

"I'll tell you about that later. You--you were coming to Harbor Point
to see us?"

He colored. "I'm afraid not. I got as near as this to you because
there is a man--an Indian--I have to see."

"An Indian? What is his name? You see, I know quite a lot of them."

"Jo Papo."

She shook her head. "No; I don't know him."

She had drawn him a little away from the crowd about the meeting. His
blood was beating hard with recognition of her manner toward him.
Whatever he was, whatever the disgrace might be that his father had
left to him, she was still resolute to share in it. He had known she
would be so. She found a spot where the moss was covered with dry pine
needles and sat down upon the ground.

"Sit down," she invited; "I want you to tell me what you have been
doing."

"I've been on the boats." He dropped down upon the moss beside her.
"It's a--wonderful business, Miss Sherrill; I'll never be able to go
away from the water again. I've been working rather hard at my new
profession--studying it, I mean. Until yesterday I was a not very
highly honored member of the crew of the package freighter _Oscoda_; I
left her at Frankfort and came up here."

"Is Wassaquam with you?"

"He wasn't on the _Oscoda_; but he was with me at first. Now, I
believe, he has gone back to his own people--to Middle Village."

"You mean you've been looking for Mr. Corvet in that way?"

"Not exactly that." He hesitated; but he could see no reason for not
telling what he had been doing. He had not so much hidden from her and
her father what he had found in Benjamin Corvet's house; rather, he had
refrained from mentioning it in his notes to them when he left Chicago
because he had thought that the lists would lead to an immediate
explanation; they had not led to that, but only to a suggestion,
indefinite as jet. He had known that, if his search finally developed
nothing more than it had, he must at last consult