deas
of every kind, mostly false. Well, I've chucked it all--or it has been
chucked for me. Such as I am now, I am the woman I was born to be! And I
will never change. I don't care if I never find my lost baggage. My
heart is light without it. But if I do it can make no difference.
Baggage is only baggage. And having once found your own heart you never
could forget that."

They both instinctively stood up. They did not touch each other.

"Do you still doubt me?" she asked.

"No."

"You will see. I understand you better now. I shall not tease you any
more. Good-night, Martin."

"Good-night, Clare."

CHAPTER XI

THE MYSTERY

Next morning, when they had been on the river for about three hours,
they came upon their friend Etzooah, he of the famous hair, still
hunting along shore in his canoe, but this time without the little boy.
Stonor hailed him with pleasure; for of all the Kakisa Indians only this
one had acted towards them like a man and a brother.

But the policeman was doomed to disappointment. When they overtook
Etzooah they saw that the red man's open, friendly look had changed. He
turned a hard, wary eye on them, just like all the other Kakisas. Stonor
guessed that he must have visited his people in the interim, and have
been filled up with their nonsensical tales. Affecting to notice no
change, Stonor said:

"We are going to spell here. Will you eat with us?"

No Indian was ever known to refuse a meal. Etzooah landed without a
word, and sat apart waiting for it to be prepared. He made no offer to
help, but merely sat watching them out of his inscrutable, beady eyes.
Stonor, hoping to find him with better dispositions after he had filled
up, let him alone.

Throughout the meal Etzooah said nothing except to answer Stonor's
questions in monosyllables. He denied having been up to Ahcunazie's
village. Stonor was struck by the fact that he made no inquiry
respecting his friend Imbrie. Stonor himself did not like to bring up
the subject of Imbrie in Clare's hearing. Altogether baffled by the
man's changed air, he finally said:

"Mary, translate this just as I give it to you.--When the policeman come
down the river he meet Etzooah. He is glad to see Etzooah. He say, here
is a good man. Etzooah give the policeman good talk. They part friends.
But when the policeman come back up the river Etzooah is changed. He is
not glad to see the policeman. He gives him black looks. Why is that?
Has anyone s