ight even be that Yellow Bird was dead.

For three days he followed slowly the ragged shore of Wollaston
Lake, and foreboding of evil was oppressing him when he came upon the
fish-racks of the Indians. They had been abandoned for many days, for
black bear tracks fairly inundated the place, and Peter saw two of the
bears--fat and unafraid--nosing along the shore where the fish offal had
been thrown.

It was the next day, in the hour before sunset, that Jolly Roger and
Peter came out on the edge of a shelving beach where Indian children
were playing in the white sand. Among these children, playing and
laughing with them, was a woman. She was tall and slim, with a skirt of
soft buckskin that came only a little below her knees, and two shining
black braids which tossed like velvety ropes when she ran. And she was
running when they first saw her--running away from them, pursued by the
children; and then she twisted suddenly, and came toward them, until
with a startled cry she stopped almost within the reach of Jolly Roger's
hands. Peter was watching. He saw the half frightened look in her face,
then the slow widening of her dark eyes, and the quick intake of her
breath. And in that moment Jolly Roger cried out a name.

"Yellow Bird!"

He went to her slowly, wondering if it could be possible the years had
touched Yellow Bird so lightly; and Yellow Bird reached out her hands to
him, her face flaming up with sudden happiness, and Peter wondered what
it was all about as he cautiously eyed the half dozen brown-faced little
Indian children who had now gathered quietly about them. In another
moment there was an interruption. A girl came through the fringe of
willows behind them. It was as if another Yellow Bird had come to puzzle
Peter--the same slim, graceful little body, the same shining eyes, and
yet she was half a dozen years younger than Nada. For the first time
Peter was looking at Sun Cloud, the daughter of Yellow Bird. And in that
moment he loved her, just as something gave him confidence and faith in
the starry-eyed woman whose hands were in his master's. Then Yellow Bird
called, and the girl went to her mother, and Jolly Roger hugged her in
his arms and kissed her on the scarlet mouth she turned up to him.
Then they hurried along the shore toward the fishing camp, the children
racing ahead to tell the news, led by Sun Cloud--with Peter running at
her heels.

Never had Peter heard anything from a man's throat like the