estions about their meaning, till the complete stories were indelibly
impressed upon his mind. What a comfort they had been to him through
the long evenings, as he sat in the darkness of his cabin.

Since Jennie had left him, and the mission house had been burned, the
chief had been fighting a hard battle with himself, and the crisis had
just been reached when Constance arrived. He realized that when his
people returned from the mountains and learned what had been done there
would be much excitement and anger. Carried away by the impulse of the
moment, they would be tempted to drive the whites out of Klassan in no
gentle manner, unless restrained in time. They would look to him,
their leader, and what was he to say? He himself was undecided. At
times his old savage nature almost overwhelmed him when he brooded upon
the injustice which had been done. At such moments, if the natives had
returned, it would have gone hard with the miners. He thought of what
the missionary had told him about Moses fighting great battles and
defeating his enemies. Then he would bring out the picture of the
patriarch, with his hands upheld by Aaron and Hur, while the battle
raged below. Would it not be right, he thought, to do the same now,
and thus save his people?

But gradually the feeling of anger would pass away, and he would bring
forth his other favourite picture of Christ hanging on the cross, and
gaze for a long time upon it. This man was greater than Moses, so he
had been told, in fact, the greatest who had ever lived, the Son of
God. He forgave those who injured Him, and prayed for them with almost
His last breath. For days, the power of the Man of Sorrows had been
making itself felt in the old chief's heart, and then the picture of
Moses was laid aside. But in an evil moment Pritchen had arrived,
demanded the photograph of Kenneth Radhurst, and roused the chief's
anger. In Indian and broken English he had vented upon the white man
the fury of his wrath, and refused to grant his request.

Since then the two pictures were studied together, the struggle
becoming fiercer all the time. How little the miners at Klassan
realized that in that despised cabin their lives were being weighed in
the balance; that light was contending with darkness; the love of
Christ with the hatred of hell, and that only little was needed to
decide one way or the other. Such was the condition when Constance
arrived upon the scene.

Knowing