e Stonies and well out of
sight of it.

"We camp here," said Raven briefly. "But remember, no noise."

"What about visiting their camp?" enquired Cameron.

"There is no immediate hurry."

He spoke a few words to Little Thunder in Indian.

"Little Thunder thinks they may be Blackfeet. We can't be too careful.
Now let's get grub."

Cameron made no reply. The trader's hesitating manner awakened all his
former suspicions. He was firmly convinced the Indians were Stonies and
he resolved that come what might he would make his escape to their camp.

Without unloading their packs they built their fire upon a large flat
rock and there, crouching about it, for the mists were chilly, they had
their supper.

In undertones Raven and Little Thunder conversed in the Indian speech.
The gay careless air of the trader had given place to one of keen,
purposeful determination. There was evidently serious business on foot.
Immediately after supper Little Thunder vanished into the mist.

"We may as well make ourselves comfortable," said Raven, pulling a
couple of buffalo skins from a pack and giving one to Cameron. "Little
Thunder is gone to reconnoiter." He threw some sticks upon the fire.
"Better go to sleep," he suggested. "We shall probably visit the camp in
the morning if they should prove to be Stonies."

Cameron made no reply, but, lying down upon his buffalo skin, pretended
to sleep, though with the firm resolve to keep awake. But he had passed
through an exhausting day and before many minutes had passed he fell
into a doze.

From this he awoke with a start, his ears filled with the sound of
singing. Beyond the fire lay Raven upon his face, apparently sound
asleep. The singing came from the direction of the Indian camp.
Noiselessly he rose and stole up the trail to a point from which the
camp was plainly visible. A wonderful scene lay before his eyes. A great
fire burned in the centre of the camp and round the fire the whole band
of Indians was gathered with their squaws in the background. In the
centre of the circle stood a tall man with a venerable beard, apparently
reading. After he had read the sound of singing once more rose upon the
night air.

"Stonies, all right," said Cameron exultantly to himself. "And at
evening prayers, too, by Jove."

He remembered hearing McIvor tell how the Stonies never went on a
hunting expedition without their hymn books and never closed a day
without their evening worship. The voic