eturn to the lodges of
your people and die together."

Cheenbuk had a way of saying and doing things that convinced his hearers
that he was thoroughly in earnest. The Indian girl felt this, and
regretted much that she had said anything at all about her danger. She
now tried to counteract the evil.

"What do you mean?" she said, anxiously.

"I mean that I am not afraid to go back and die with you."

"But it is not certain," she replied, "that they will kill me. If my
father was at home they would not dare to do it, and perhaps they will
be afraid of his revenge when he comes back. But for you there is no
chance at all. They will be sure to kill you with slow tortures."

"I care not. If I go back they will not be so likely to kill you. But
listen to me, Adolay. I have a thought. If you come with me to my home
in Waruskeek I will take you safe to my father's igloe, and you shall
live with my mother and sister. I will not ask you to be my squaw, but
you will stay with them till we collect a strong band of young men, when
we will go to visit your people and take you with us. If they are
friendly--well, and we can traffic together. If they receive us ill
there will be a fight--that is all. I do not like fighting--but
whatever happens I promise that you shall be restored to your father and
mother. Now, will you go?"

Adolay looked up earnestly into the grave countenance of the young man.
There could be no doubt of his thorough sincerity--she felt that--still,
she hesitated. It was a bold step to take--even for an Indian heroine!

At that critical moment there broke upon their ears a distant sound that
caused them both to start and look round anxiously. It was faint, and
so far away that at first they could make nothing of it. A few seconds
later it was repeated louder than before. Then a look of intelligence
broke over Adolay's countenance.

"I know!" she exclaimed, "Idazoo is shrieking! We should have put the
cloth over her nose! She has got her mouth free and--"

Another sharp yell rendered it needless for her to complete the
sentence.

"Come," she said, laying hands on the canoe. "Turn it round. We will
go!"

A few minutes more and the pair were flying down the swift current of
the little river as fast as they could dip their paddles in the stream.

CHAPTER TEN.

A WILD CHASE AND A BAD FAILURE.

It does not necessarily require the influences of civilised life to make
an honourable