's the Injun that's in him,
sister?"

As the boy says this, the girl turns silently to the little table and
pushes it toward him.

"There, Johnny, that's all there is. You must leave some for
Forty-nine."

"Poor, poor John Logan!"

He eats greedily for a moment, then stops suddenly and looks into the
fire.

Carrie, also looking into the fire, murmurs:

"And Sylvia Fields let them tie a dog there to keep him away! I would
have killed that dog first. If John Logan should come here, I would open
that door--I would open that door to him!"--There is a dark and
terrified face at the window--"And I would give him bread to eat, and
let him sit by this fire and get warm!"

"And I would, too--so help me, I would!" The boy pushes back his bread,
and rises and goes up to his sister. "Yes, I would. I don't care what
Phin Emens, or anybody says; for his mother didn't sick 'Bose' at me,
she didn't!"

The pale and pitiful face at the window begins to brighten. There is
snow in the long matted black locks that fall to his shoulders. For
nearly half a year this man has fled from his fellow-man, a hunted
grizzly, a hunted tiger of the jungle.

What wonder that his step is stealthy as he lifts the latch and enters?
What wonder that his eyes have an uncommon glare as he looks around,
looks back over his shoulder as he shuts the door noiselessly behind
him? What wonder that his clothes hang in shreds about him, and his feet
and legs are bound in thongs; that his arms are almost bare; that his
bloodless face is half hidden in black and shaggy beard?

"Carrie, I have come to you. Yours is the only door that will open to me
now."

"John Logan!" She starts; the boy, too, utters a low, stifled cry. Then
they draw near the miserable man. For they are bred of the woods, and
have nerves of iron, and they know the need and the power of silence,
too.

"_You_ here, John Logan?" Carrie whispers, with a shudder.

"Ay, I am here--starving, dying!"

The boy takes up the bread he had dropped, and places it on the table
before Logan. The hunted outcast sits down wearily and begins to eat
with the greediness of a starved beast. The girl timidly brushes the
snow from his hair, and takes a pin from her breast and begins to pin up
a great rent in his shirt that shows his naked shoulder.

The boy is glad and full of heart, and of indescribable delight that he
has given his bread to the starving man. He stands up, brightly, with
his back to t