woman nearest it answered it, and
called Francis over excitedly. Marjorie, too proud to ask any
questions, was nevertheless eaten up with curiosity, and finally edged
near enough to hear above the phonograph.

"You'll be all right till to-morrow? Very well--I'll be out then and
see what to do."

"What's the matter?" demanded Peggy, who had no pride to preserve.

Francis smiled, but looked a little worried, too.

"Nothing very serious, but inconvenient. Pierre, the cook for the
outfit, suddenly decided to leave to-day, and did. He said he thought
it was time he got married again, and has gone in quest of a bride, I
suppose. The deuce of it is, we're so short-handed. Well, never
mind----"

"If mother wasn't so silly about the ghosts," began Peggy.

"Well, she is, if ye call it silly," said Mrs. O'Mara from where she
stood with her partner in all the glory of a maroon satin that fitted
her as if she were an upholstered sofa. "I'd no more go live in that
clearin' with the Wendigees, or whatever 'tis the Canucks talk about,
than in Purgatory itself. Wendigees is Injun goblins," she explained
to her partner, "and there's worse nor them, too."

She crossed herself expertly, and in almost the same movement swept her
partner, not of the tallest, away in a fox-trot. She fox-trotted very
well.

Marjorie went on dancing, and hoping that Mr. Logan would go to bed and
to sleep, or have a fit of nerves that would incapacitate him from
further interfering with her. But the hope was in vain, for Francis
appeared from nowhere in about fifteen minutes, and beckoned her to
follow him to where she knew Logan was waiting.

The two men sat down gravely in the little wooden room where Logan had
been shown. It was Francis who spoke first.

"Mr. Logan insists, Marjorie, that you appealed to him for rescue. He
puts it to me, I must say, very reasonably, that no sensible man would
travel all this way to bring back a girl unless she had asked him to.
He says that you wrote him that you were being treated severely."

"I didn't! I never did!" exclaimed outraged Marjorie, springing up and
standing before them. "Show me my letter!"

"Unfortunately," said Mr. Logan wistfully, "I destroyed it, because I
have always found that the wisest thing to do with letters. But I am
prepared to take my oath that you wrote me, asking me to help you. I
am extremely sorry to find that you are in such a position as
to--forgive me, Mr. Ell