dian; the one who generally travels with me. You surely must
have met him."

"No, I never did."

"But this is his canoe! How did you get it, then? It must be a sign
of special favour, for I never knew him to let any one have his
favourite canoe before."

"A big Indian left it with me the night of the great storm when he
brought his little child to our place. It is there now."

"That must have been Pete!" Dane exclaimed in astonishment. "I have
not seen him for several weeks, and did not know what had happened to
him. It is very seldom that he leaves me for such a length of time. I
am puzzled, though, about the child."

"He said that its mother is dead, and he wanted us to look after it for
one moon, and maybe two. I hope he will leave it with us a long time,
for we are very fond of it."

"Ah, now I understand," and Dane's eyes wandered thoughtfully out upon
the river. "Poor Pete, he must be making up for lost time. It is just
like him. He is a great Indian."

Noticing the expression of interest and curiosity in the girl's eyes,
Dane smiled.

"Yes," he continued, "Pete always makes up for lost time. Five years
ago his first wife died, and he was away for over two months. It was
during the war when efforts were being made to keep the Indians true to
King George. It was a hard struggle, and James White, the deputy agent
of Indian affairs, was often at his wits' end. But at last a treaty
was signed at Fort Howe, when the Indians and the English all became
'one brother,' as the natives say. I found out afterwards that Pete
had a great deal to do with the signing of that treaty. He travelled
from camp to camp, meeting the Indians, and urging them to be loyal to
King George. He made up for lost time then, and I believe he is doing
so now. No doubt we shall hear from him soon."

"Do you think the Indians are becoming troublesome again?" Jean
somewhat anxiously asked.

"Not altogether this time. Our danger now is from the slashers, as
they will do their best to stir up the Indians. But Pete will be on
the lookout. He nipped a little game of theirs in the bud over a year
ago."

"How?" Jean was becoming keenly interested.

"Oh, he brought us news of a raid the slashers were about to make upon
the King's mast-cutters, so we were able to check them. Twenty of us
marched all day and night through the woods and fell upon the rebels
before they were awake. There was a lively tussle, but we clean