One of the
boys volunteered to go and punch the noisy one's head, but this I
forbade for prudent reasons."

"Pity you didn't let the fellow come. He might have happened on
the thief," growled Miles. "If Jean didn't take the things, he
must know pretty well who did. Will you tackle him about it?"

"I think not," replied Katherine, after a pause for consideration.
"He might think we suspected him, which would be bad from a
business point of view. Then he would be certain to tell the
thief, and that would lessen our chances of detecting him."

"What a desperately light-fingered lot they are here this winter!"
Miles exclaimed in a petulant tone. "Just see what a rush we had
to save the stores from your cache the night Father had his
accident."

"But we did save them," replied Katherine with a ripple of
laughter. "And incidentally we also saved the lives of a noble
pair of men."

Miles gave a grunt of disgust. "A regular pity they didn't get
killed, I think; and I shouldn't wonder if they are at the bottom
of this piece of thieving also."

Katherine shook her head. "Oily Dave may be, for pilfering seems
to be second nature with him. But Stee Jenkin is made of better
stuff, and I believe he is really grateful because we saved him
that night. Then remember how kind he and his wife were to us when
Father was so ill. Oh, I've got a better opinion of Stee than to
think he would steal our things now!"

Miles grunted again in a disbelieving fashion, but he did not
attempt to upset Katherine's convictions by argument; only they
agreed that for the future a more vigilant watch should be kept
both indoors and out. A padlock and chain were put on the door of
the fish-house, everything that could be locked up was carefully
made fast; then Katherine and Miles set themselves to the task of
keeping their eyes open to find out who had stolen the lard.

Later in that same day a miserable-looking Indian came in with a
lot of dried fish which he wanted to trade off for provisions, and,
after a good deal of bargaining, Katherine took the lot in exchange
for a small barrel of flour and a packet of tobacco.

"No need for us to go fishing to-morrow, Miles. I have got enough
fish to last the dogs for a fortnight, if we are careful," she said
to her brother, when he came back from a journey down to Seal Cove.

"Where did you get it from?" he asked.

"From an Indian who called himself Waywassimo, so I think he must
have