re," he said wistfully as he
started for the water that was to revive the White Chief.

"Oh, Kayak! Kayak!" came Lollie's shout as he burrowed out from
between his parents. "It's your turn now to get some lovin'. Wait a
minute!" And the little fellow sprang from one end of the bed into
Kayak's arms. A second later both Ellen and Jean were welcoming him
with a warmth of affection that sent his new sombrero flying and made
his old hair-seal waistcoat slip half-way off his shoulders. Delighted
but unprepared for such demonstrations, Kayak was at a loss how to meet
them. His cheeks turned fiery red, and though his eyes were glowing he
backed away the moment they released him and began earnestly to
readjust his worn waistcoat.

"By he--hen, Lady," he managed to say with some semblance of his old
nonchalance, as he fumbled with a torn buttonhole. "I--I--" he glared
accusingly at the hair-seal garment, "I believe this durned thing
is--is--is a-sufferin' from poverty o' the buttons, or--or maybe
enlargement o' the buttonholes!" And in the laughter that greeted his
statement he went off to care for the White Chief.

Joy in the reunion and an hour's rest put Shane on his feet again.
While the women gathered up their few belongings, they learned how the
old whale-boat in which the men had left Kon Klayu had held together,
seemingly by a miracle, during the first part of the storm, but later
had been driven out of its course. When Shane finally landed at a
cannery fifty miles from Katleean the boat was abandoned and they were
taken to the trading post in the canoes of some fishing Indians. There
they learned of the White Chief's trip on the _Silver Fox_ and set
about getting the _Hoonah_ off the beach at the lagoon. The tides of
June being higher than usual they had little trouble, but it took days
to calk the seams and put the schooner in shape for the trip.

"We were within fifty miles of here yesterday when the wind died down,
El," Shane told his wife, "and myself doing my best to make it on our
wedding anniversary! I knew you'd be expecting me, little fellow." He
patted her hand. "Well," he continued after some strictly personal
remarks, "I suppose we'll have to take Kilbuck to a doctor before we go
to Katleean--damn him, I ought to kill him, though. There's an M.D. at
the cannery this summer. I want the blackguard fixed up so I can
settle with him later." He drew a new corn cob from his pocket and
crammin