ne, their rage would be fearful, and he
shuddered to think of the dire consequences.

Though this portion of the North was British Territory, yet there was
no one to enforce law and order. Every man was a law unto himself, and
if it came to a contest of brute strength, it would be the survival of
the fittest. He believed the religious truths he had instilled into
the Indians' hearts and minds would have some influence, but when their
savage nature was once fully aroused they might forget it all. He
determined it should not reach such a crisis; the girl must be stopped
at all cost.

Seizing his cap, he started down the aisle, and had almost reached the
door, when it swung open and Amos, the catechist, entered. Most gladly
did Keith welcome the native's arrival. Here was help in time of need.
Quickly and briefly he told his story.

"Amos," he said in conclusion, "we must go at once, and do what we can
to stop the girl."

"Gikhyi" (teacher), came the reply, "you are hungry and tired. Your
cabin is warm, and some good moose-steak is ready. Do not worry any
more to-night about Jennie. Leave the matter to me."

Keith's heart was touched by this simple expression of thoughtfulness.
"God bless you," he said, grasping the native's hand. "I am tired,
very tired. But do you think you can manage it alone?"

"I am never alone, Gikhyi," was all the answer he received, and as he
looked into that honest face, and read the man's meaning, he felt
rebuked for his own lack of faith.

"Very well, Amos; I leave it to you, but you will come to me in the
morning, will you not?"

"Amos will come," was the brief answer, and at this they left the
building.

Tired though he was, it was late ere Keith sought any rest. His mind
was much troubled, and after his frugal repast he sat for a long time
by the cheerful fire. Pritchen was the disturbing element, and he
shivered as he thought of the man. He had not expected to find him
here, working havoc among his flock. His wicked, leering face stood
out clearly before him. How he had changed. What a monster he had
become. If Nellie knew all. If she could see him now, what would she
think? His mind reverted to a sweet, pure face, and eyes filled with
tears. He heard again her parting words:

"Find him, Keith; he is somewhere in the North. Bring him back to me,
and to the little ones."

And he had found him,--a degraded squaw-man--with the blood of an
Indian woman, and a