ignals might be audible.

"To-night is ours anyway, old fel'," said Ambrose. "Let's enjoy it
while we can. The worst is yet to come!"

It was many a day since Job had heard this jocular note in his master's
voice. He wriggled a little and whined in his eagerness to reach him.
Job knew better than to attempt to move much in the bark canoe.

In due course the miracle of dawn was enacted on the river. The world
stole out of the dark like a woman wan with watching. First the line
of tree-tops on either bank became blackly silhouetted against the
graying sky, then little by little the masses of trees and bushes
resolved into individuals.

Perspective came into being, afterward atmosphere, and finally color.
The scene was as cool and delicate as that presented to a diver on the
floor of the sea. As the light increased it was as if he mounted into
shallower water toward the sun.

The first distinctive note of color was the astonishing green of the
goosegrass springing in the mud left by the falling water; then the
current itself became a rich, brown with creamy flakes of foam sailing
down like little vessels. While Ambrose looked, the world blossomed
from a pale nun into a ruddy matron.

With the rising of the sun the need of sleep began to afflict him. He
had thought he never would need sleep again. His paddle became leaden
in his hands, and Olympian yawns prostrated him.

He did not wish to take the time to sleep as yet, but he resolved to
stimulate his flagging energies with bread and hot tea.

Landing on a point of stones, he built a fire, and hung his little
copper pot over it. The sight of everything he had been provided with
brought the thought of Nesis sharply home again, and sobered him.

Here was everything a traveler might require, even including two extra
pairs of moccasins, worked, he was sure, by herself. "How can I ever
repay her?" he thought uncomfortably.

Job was gyrating madly up and down the beach to express his joy at
their deliverance. Ambrose was aroused from a drowsy contemplation of
the fire by an urgent bark from the dog.

Looking up, he was frozen with astonishment to behold another bark
canoe sweeping around the bend above. When motion returned to him, his
hand instinctively shot out toward the gun. But there was only one
figure. It was a woman--it was Nesis!

Ambrose dropped the gun and, jumping up, swore helplessly under his
breath. He stared at the oncoming boat, fas