w Bird _did_ come to me.
And--_she knew_."

"No true faith is folly," said Father John, in his soft, low voice.
"The great fact is that Yellow Bird believed. She was inspired by a
great confidence, and confidence and faith give to the mind a power
which it is utterly incapable of possessing without them. I believe in
the mind, children. I believe that in some day to come it will reach
those heights where it will unlock the mystery of life itself to us. I
have seen many strange things in my forty-odd years in the wilderness,
and not the least of these have been the achievements of the primitive
mind. And it seems to me, Roger, that Yellow Bird told you much that
has come true. And has it occurred to you--"

He stopped, knowing that the cloud of unrest which was almost fear in
his heart was driving him to say these things.

"What, father," questioned Nada, bending toward him.

"I was about to express a thought which suggests an almost childish
curiosity, and you will laugh at me, my dear. I am wondering if it has
occurred to Roger the mysterious 'Country Beyond' of which Yellow Bird
dreamed might be the great country down there--south--_beyond the
border_--the United States?"

Something which he could not control seemed to drive the words from his
lips, and in an instant he saw that Nada had seized upon their
significance. Her eyes widened. The blue in them grew darker, and Roger
observed her fingers grip suddenly in the softness of her dress as she
turned from Father John to look at him.

"Or--it might be China, or Africa, or the South Seas," he tried to
laugh, remembering his old visions. "It might be--anywhere."

Nada's lips trembled, as if she were about to speak; and then very
quietly she sat, with her hands tightly clasped in her lap, and Father
John knew she was not expressing the thought in her heart when she said,

"Someday I want to tell Yellow Bird how much I love her."

Now in these hours since he and his master had come to the Burntwood it
seemed to Peter that he had lost something very great, for in his
happiness McKay had taken but scant notice of him, and Nada seemed to
have found a greater joy than that which a long time ago she had found
in his comradeship. So now, as she saw him lying in his loneliness a
short distance away, Nada suddenly ran to him, and together they went
into the thick screen of the balsams, Peter yipping joyously, and Nada
without so much as turning her head in the directio