miled with satisfaction as
he did this, and so overcome was Jean with gratitude, that she caught
his great rough brown hand in both of hers, and held it fast. Tears
were in her eyes as she looked upon his honest face.

"Thank you, oh, thank you," she murmured. "You have saved my life.
How can I ever repay you?"

"Sam no want pay," was the quiet reply. "Sam glad save white woman."

The woman now came and knelt by the girl's side. She looked into her
eyes, stroked her tangled hair, and touched the Love-Charm at her
throat.

"Poor babby! Poor babby!" she crooned. "Hard tam, eh? white man bad,
ugh!"

"Why do you say 'white man'?" Jean asked in surprise. "Indians carried
me away. You saw them this afternoon."

Suddenly a suspicion flashed into her mind, which caused her to sit
bolt upright. Did a white man have anything to do with it? And was
that man Seth Lupin? But why had she not seen him? Then she thought
of that wild cry of despair outside the lodge, which had caused her
such terror. She looked into the Indian woman's face.

"Tell me," she said. "Was it Seth Lupin?"

"A-ha-ha. Seth. Bad. Ugh!"

"Where is he now?"

The woman merely shook her head, and spoke a few rapid words to her
husband. She then turned to Jean and placed a light hand upon her
shoulder.

"No mind white man now. Babby tired."

Jean smiled as the woman pressed her gently back upon the soft furs,
and then stooped to take off her shoes. The latter were torn, and her
feet were sore. It felt good to lie there, and to have some one attend
to her needs. When the shoes had been removed, and a pair of soft
moccasins placed upon her feet, she felt more comfortable.

"Why are you so good to me?" she asked. "You are just like a mother."

The woman only smiled in reply, and placed extra rugs about the girl.
She then turned and cut a slice from a piece of moose meat. Through
this she thrust a sharp-pointed stick and held it over the glowing
coals. When it was browned to her satisfaction, she sprinkled it with
a little salt, let it cool for a few minutes, and then handed it to her
guest.

"Eat, eh?" she queried. "Good."

Jean smiled as she took the meat in her fingers and tasted it. She was
hungry, and the steak was tender. It seemed so strange to be lying
there in the wilderness, eating in such a primitive manner. She
thought of her old home in Connecticut, and how carefully her mother
had trained her. She remember