o do she had thrust herself through the screen
of balsams.

Close to the log prison, faithful to his comrade in the hour of peril,
lay Miki. He was exhausted from digging at the earth under the lower
log, and he had not smelled or heard anything of the presence of others
until he saw Nanette standing not twenty paces away. His heart leapt up
into his panting throat. He swallowed, as though to get rid of a great
lump; he stared. And then, with a sudden, yearning whine, he sprang
toward her. With a yell Challoner leapt out of the balsams with
uplifted axe. But before the axe could fall, Miki was in Nanette's
arms, and Challoner dropped his weapon with a gasp of amazement--and
one word:

"MIKI!"

Mootag, looking on in stupid astonishment, saw both the man and the
woman making a great fuss over a strange and wild-looking beast that
looked as if it ought to be killed. They had forgotten the bear. And
Miki, wildly joyous at finding his beloved master and mistress, had
forgotten him also. It was a prodigious WHOOF from Neewa himself that
brought their attention to him. Like a flash Miki was back at the pen
smelling of Neewa's snout between two of the logs, and with a great
wagging of tail trying to make him understand what had happened.

Slowly, with a thought born in his head that made him oblivious of all
else but the big black brute in the pen, Challoner approached the trap.
Was it possible that Miki could have made friends with any other bear
than the cub of long ago? He drew in a deep breath as he looked at
them. Neewa's brown-tipped nose was thrust between two of the logs and
MIKI WAS LICKING IT WITH HIS TONGUE! He held out a hand to Nanette, and
when she came to him he pointed for a space, without speaking.

Then he said:

"It is the cub, Nanette. You know--the cub I have told you about.
They've stuck together all this time--ever since I killed the cub's
mother a year and a half ago, and tied them together on a piece of
rope. I understand now why Miki ran away from us when we were at the
cabin. He went back--to the bear."

To-day if you strike northward from Le Pas and put your canoe in the
Rat River or Grassberry waterways, and thence paddle and run with the
current down the Reindeer River and along the east shore of Reindeer
Lake you will ultimately come to the Cochrane--and Post Lac Bain. It is
one of the most wonderful countries in all the northland. Three hundred
Indians, breeds and French, come with their