ittle white girl.
At that very moment Anne turned her face toward him.

"Amos!" she exclaimed, springing to her feet.

There was an angry exclamation from the squaw, a yell from Nakanit, and
in an instant the girls and woman were in the water. Anne's jump had
upset the delicately balanced craft. The baskets bobbed and floated on
the water. Anne's bundle was not to be seen, while Anne herself,
clutching at the slippery side of the canoe called "Amos! Amos!" in a
terrified voice.

But it was no new experience for either the squaw or Nakanit. In a
moment Anne felt a strong grasp on her shoulder. "Keep quiet," commanded
the squaw. "Let go the canoe." As Anne obeyed she saw Nakanit close
beside her, and, while the squaw kept her firm grasp on Anne's shoulder,
the girl righted the canoe, and easily and surely regained her place in
it. The squaw lifted Anne in, and quickly followed her. Amos had brought
his boat as near as possible and now rescued the baskets and floating
paddles, and handed them to Nakanit.

The squaw scowled at Anne, and when the girl bewailed her lost bundle
muttered angrily.

"Want to get in my boat, Anne?" asked the boy.

Before Anne could answer the squaw with a strong sweep of her paddle had
sent the canoe some distance from the boat, while Nakanit called back
some word to Amos, evidently of warning not to follow them. But Anne
turned her head and called "Amos! Amos!" For the scowling faces of her
companions frightened her, and she wished herself safely in Amos's boat.

The breeze had now died away, and Amos was soon left some distance
behind. Anne did not dare turn her head to see if he were following the
canoe, which was now moving ahead rapidly as the Indians swiftly wielded
their paddles.

"Go to Brewster," announced the squaw after a little silence.

Anne, huddled up in her wet clothes, frightened and unhappy, nodded her
head in answer. Then, remembering that the squaw had bidden her to sit
still, and that her jump had upset the canoe, she ventured to say: "I'm
sorry I jumped."

The squaw's scowl disappeared, and she gave a grunt of approval, and
then, evidently, repeated Anne's words to Nakanit, for the Indian girl
smiled and nodded. Anne began to realize that they were really kind and
good-natured, and that she had no reason to be afraid.

"I was surprised to see Amos," she continued.

The squaw nodded again, and repeated, "Go to Brewster."

Anne could now hear the sound of the oa