ime with a supply of moose-meat.
Then, the miners' fear concerning the arrival of the natives oppressed
her heavily. For herself, she did not care so much, but when she
looked upon her feeble father, and noticed his worn, brave face, her
eyes would become moist. Often she would lie awake at night in her
little room, thinking of it all. "What if the Indians should return
to-night?" she said to herself, over and over and over again. "Would
they know the difference between the innocent and the guilty, or would
they serve all alike?"

At length the suspense became unbearable. Something must be done, or
else she felt she would go crazy.

One bright afternoon, when her father was sleeping comfortably, she
slipped out of the house and hurried down the narrow path to the Indian
trail. Up this latter she quickly moved, fearful lest the miners
should see her. Reaching the top, she looked back, and breathed a
sight of relief, for not a person was in sight. Had she known,
however, that from a small cabin window, keen, cruel eyes were watching
her every movement, and a cunning mind was revolving the purpose of her
visit, she would have hesitated before advancing further.

Constance's heart beat fast as she knocked upon the door of the chief's
lodge. A voice sounded within, but what it meant she could not tell.
Nevertheless, she opened the door and entered. At first she could see
very little, but her eyes becoming accustomed to the change, she at
length observed the chief sitting upon the floor, while his wife sat a
little distance away, busily engaged upon some beaded work.

A look of surprise passed over the chief's face when he saw the fair
visitor standing before him. Then his old wrinkled visage broke into a
smile, and he reached out a thin, scrawny hand in welcome.

Constance shrank inwardly from touching the extended member, but she
knew it would not do to show any sign of fear or disgust.

"Good," said the chief, when she had complied with his wish, motioning
her to a stool near by.

As Constance obeyed, she noticed that a lighted candle stood by the old
man's side. Before him were two small pictures, which aroused her
curiosity, for in the dimness of the cabin she could not tell what they
were.

The chief loved pictures dearly, and because he was too old to read
they were doubly precious. He treasured each one which the missionary
had given him with the greatest care, and was never weary with asking
qu