out. But the more she
thought, the more confused she became, and at last was forced to give
up in despair. Perhaps she could find out for herself. Anyway, she
must get food and clothing to send to the Loyalists as speedily as
possible.

In the meantime Kitty had found a quantity of Indian meal and was
cooking some cakes in one of the frying-pans she had found. There was
also a good supply of molasses in a cask, which when served with the
cakes makes fairly good eating. It was a change, at any rate, from the
constant meat diet.

"Kitty cook plenty bimeby," the Indian woman announced. "Good tam, eh?"

"Some of that food must go to those starving people on the A-Jem-sek,"
Jean replied. "And look at those blankets. Why, there are enough to
keep them all warm. You and Sam will take some, will you not?"

To this request Kitty made no response, and while Jean was wondering
why she did not answer, Sam entered the room, and came close to the
fire.

"Beeg chief want see babby," he announced.

"How is he?" the girl asked, rising to her feet.

"Seek here," and Sam placed his hand to his side. "Much seek. Bad!"

Jean at once went into the other room, which was lighted only by the
fire, and crossed to where the injured man was lying.

"You want to see me?" she enquired. "Is there anything I can do for
you?"

"Yes, light the candles. It is very dark here."

Jean at once obeyed, and in a few minutes the candles were burning
brightly. The effect was beautiful, and as she stood watching them she
wondered why there were just seven.

"You like them?" the man asked.

"I do," Jean acknowledged. "But I am curious to know why there are
just seven."

"Oh, that is a perfect number," the man explained. "It is according to
the Bible, you know. Now, take the snuffers and put out six."

Jean did as she was bidden, greatly mystified, until but one candle was
left burning.

"There, that will do," the man said. "Now, come over here and sit by
my side. That is better," he continued when she had complied with his
request.

"How are you feeling?" Jean asked.

"A little easier now. I am somewhat of a doctor, and Sam helped me.
But never mind that. I want to know who you are, and why you are
travelling with those Indians?"

Briefly as possible Jean told her story, and when she had ended the man
remained silent for a few minutes. She could not see the expression
upon his face, nor the peculiar light in his eyes