fact that "He that keepeth Israel neither slumbers nor
sleeps."

But when he had stood before his accusers and judges on that stormy day
in the saloon, and later bade farewell to Caribou Sol at the door of
the mission house, a new purpose burned in his soul, which shone forth
in his face, so that even his enemies marvelled when they saw the
light. It was the Lord's will, he realized that clearly, and as He
used evil men in days gone by for the furtherance of His mighty plans,
were not these men now to be used as instruments in spreading abroad
the Gospel light?

His mind naturally turned toward the Quelchie Indians, the most cruel
and savage band in the North, the dread and terror of the whole land.
Mothers hushed their children to rest by the one word "Quelchie," and
nothing startled a camp more quickly than the mere mention of that
dreaded name. To this tribe the message must be carried, and he was
the one to go.

Thus, so near the object of his desire, and the end of the long trail,
he rested for a while on the mountain's brow, and gazed down upon the
village nestling beneath. He could see the smoke curling up from
numerous lodges, and occasionally the cry of a child or the sharp bark
of a dog fell upon his ears.

He drew forth the little locket, and gazed long and earnestly upon the
face within. Through the time of trial, on the rough trail, and by the
lonely camp fire at night, the thought of Constance had been as an
inspiration. He longed to see her, to look into her eyes, and listen
to her words as she told of her faith in him. He wondered what she was
doing, and if she missed him much. He pictured her moving about the
cabin, or sitting in her accustomed place by the window. Would he ever
see her again? Into the new field ahead were dangers unknown, and what
great changes might take place in a short time!

Thinking thus, he moved cautiously down the steep mountain side, where
only the bighorn sheep could walk secure. He was on an old Indian
trail which would lead him to the village. By that same pass the
dreaded Quelchies had filed on various occasions to bring death and
destruction to some unsuspecting bands of natives beyond. Now for the
first time in the world's history it was being trodden by the weary
foot of a messenger of peace.

The Quelchie village lay in a valley, surrounded by frowning mountains,
well protected from the fierce northern winds. A small stream flowed
hard by, frozen