on looked him over carefully, and made up his mind that the man was
more injured in spirit than in body, for, outside of his battered
muscles, he showed no fatal symptoms. Although the voyageur was slower
to anger than a child, a grudge never died in him, and his simple,
self-taught creed knew no forgiveness for such men as Runnion,
cherished no mercy for preying men or beasts. He glanced towards the
wooded shores a stone's-throw above, then back at the coward he had
beaten and whose life was forfeit under the code. There was a queer
light in his eyes.

"Leave him here, Poleon. We'll go away, you and I, in the canoe, and
the first boat will pick him up. Come." Necia tugged at his wrist for
fear she might not prevail; but he was bent on brushing away a handful
of hungry mosquitoes which, warmed by the growing day, had ventured out
on the river. His face became wrinkled and set.

"Bien!" he grunted. "We lef 'im here, biccause dere ain't 'nough room
in de batteau, eh? All right! Dat's good t'ing; but he's seeck man, so
mebbe I feex it him nice place for stop till dem boats come."

"Yes, yes! Leave me here. I'll make it through all right," begged
Runnion.

"Better you camp yonder on de point, w'ere you can see dose steamboat
w'en she comes 'roun' de ben'. Dis is bad place." He indicated the
thicket, a quarter of a mile above which ran out almost to the cut
bank. "Come! I help you get feex."

Runnion shrank from his proffered assistance half fearfully, but,
reassured, allowed the Frenchman to help him towards the shore.

"We tell it de first boat 'bout you, an' dey pick you up. You wait
here, Necia."

The girl watched her rescuer guide Runnion up to the level of the
woods, then disappear with him in the firs, and was relieved to see the
two emerge upon the river-bank again farther on, for she had feared for
an instant that Poleon might forget. There seemed to be no danger,
however, for he was crashing through the brush in advance of the other,
who followed laboriously. Once Runnion gained the high point, he would
be able to command a view of both reaches of the river, and could make
signals to attract the first steamboat that chanced to come along.
Without doubt a craft of some sort would pass from one direction or the
other by to-morrow at latest, or, if not, she and Poleon could send
back succor to him from the first habitation they encountered. The two
men disappeared again, and her fears had begun to prey on her