child, upon his hands. He had seen him then, only
for an instant, but long enough to receive his fearful curses ere he
fled from his sight to be swallowed up by the great, silent North. He
had never told Nellie, for how could he; it would break her heart. Now
the villain had returned, from whence he knew not, but with intent most
sinister, he had no doubt. What was he to do?

"O God," he prayed, "help me; guide me in this time of trial."

When he awoke dim daylight was struggling in through the one frost and
dust-covered window which the cabin afforded. It showed him Amos
sitting quietly by the sheet-iron heater in the adjoining room, which
was used as study, kitchen, dining and sitting room combined. The
catechist was very still, with a far-away look upon his placid face.

"Good morning, Amos," said Keith, springing from his cot. "You are
early; I didn't hear you come in."

"You slept well, Gikhyi," replied the native. "It is good."

"Amos," continued the missionary eagerly, as the scenes of the previous
evening rushed through his mind, "what of last night? Did you find the
girl?"

"All's well, Gikhyi."

"Thank God! Thank God! But tell me, Amos, what have you been doing?"

"I went to the store when I left you, but it was in darkness. There
were voices within, which sounded like Perdue's and Pritchen's. Jennie
I did not see; she was not there. I had been waiting only a short time
when a man arrived with a dog team. I think he came from Siwash Creek.
There's a small camp of white men there, and they come in at times for
supplies. This man went into the store, and that was the last I saw of
him."

"And you didn't see Jennie at all?" asked Keith in surprise.

"No, not there. When I had waited quite a while near the store, and
nothing happened, I went to the Indian camps, and visited them in turn.
At last I found Jennie, sitting in one of the lodges, while the rest
were asleep. Upon her face was a strange look. She neither spoke to
me, nor I to her. I cannot understand the girl."

"But you will watch her, Amos," said Keith. "She may do the deed when
we are off our guard."

"Yes, I will go at once, Gikhyi. But I will come back soon, for I have
much to tell you about what happened last night."

The catechist had been gone but a short time when a knock sounded upon
the door.

"Come in," called out Keith, thinking it was an Indian who had come to
see him.

To his surprise, however, a whi