"Yes," said Katherine, as she followed Mrs. Burton into the store
to look after the fire. "I think he will get better now," but her
tone was so dull and lacking in spirit that her sister faced round
upon her in quick consternation.

"What is the matter? Do you feel ill? Why, you are white as chalk,
and you look as if you had seen a ghost!"

"I don't think there are any ghosts to see in this part of the
world," Katherine replied, with a brave attempt at a laugh,
"unless, indeed, the unquiet spirit of some Hudson's Bay Company's
agent, done to death by treacherous Indians, haunts these shores."

"Or some poor sealer caught in the ice and frozen to death,"
murmured Mrs. Burton, with a sobbing catch in her breath.

Katherine, who was putting wood in the stove, turned suddenly,
catching her sister in a warm, impulsive hug. "There are no ghosts
nor unquiet spirits among those brave men who meet death while
doing their daily work, darling!" she said earnestly. "But I fancy
some of those old H.B.C. agents were fearful rogues, and well
deserved the fate they met at the hands of the outraged red men."

"Perhaps so; I don't know. But I don't like seeing you look so
pale, Katherine. Come and have your tea, and I will send one of
the boys to look after Father for a little while."

Katherine followed her sister from the store into the kitchen,
wondering as she went if tea, however hot, would have the power to
drive away the creeping chill at her heart. Miles went off to take
charge of the sickroom, while Phil set tea, chattering all the time
concerning the gossip of the store which had come to his ears
during the last few days.

"The men are saying that most likely, if Mr. Selincourt is such a
rich man, he will be sure to have a steamer run up through the
Strait two or three times during the summer with provisions, and so
it will be bad for Father and the store," he said, carefully
setting the cracked cup for Miles, although by rights it was his
own turn to have it.

"What nonsense people talk!" exclaimed Mrs. Burton, with a
scornful laugh. "Mr. Selincourt will have his hands full with
managing the fishing fleet, and if he is so unwise as to turn
general trader, I dare say we can find some way of underselling him
or enticing his customers away."

Katherine put down her cup of tea with an unsteady movement which
spilled some of the contents over the tablecloth. Here was a view
of the situation which she had not