eminded Nyoda of the
picture of the girl going over the falls in the "Legend of
Niagara." "There! I knew she would tip! For goodness sake, what
is she doing now?" For Sahwah had climbed on top of the
overturned canoe and was trying to paddle it in wrong side up.

She kept her eyes on Sahwah, watching her rather slow progress
through the waves, and did not see a party of people who were
coming up the path from the road until they were right beside
her. Her attention was attracted by a cry from Migwan. She
turned and saw a man and woman with a little boy about three
years old.

"Why, that's _my_ little boy!" said Migwan. "The one I saw in
the woods that morning."

"Then you are the young lady we are looking for," said the man,
coming forward. "We have you to thank that we have our boy with
us to-day. It was you who put us on the track of the men who had
kidnapped him."

"He _was_ kidnapped, then," said Migwan.

"Yes," answered the boy's father, "he was taken from our camp by
those two men whom you saw. Thanks to your picture of them we
put the police on their trail and caught them in Portland. We
are just coming home with him now and wanted to see you. This is
Mrs. Bartlett, my wife, and our son Raymond, whom you have
already seen."

"Come right up and sit down," said Nyoda cordially, "and tell us
all about it. We have been curious to know whether the little
boy was ever found or not."

They told how the little boy was missed from their camp that
Thursday night, and of their frantic search along the shore,
thinking he had fallen into the lake. Then some one found a toy
sailboat of his in the woods and they came to the conclusion that
he had either wandered off or been carried away. No trace of any
abductor could be found, however, and it would have been hard
work running the men down if it had not been for Migwan's picture
of them with the boy and her report that they were headed for the
Loon Lake boat. When found, little Raymond was dressed in girl's
clothes and effectually disguised. Then Migwan told the story of
her fall down the cliff and her night in the woods and her seeing
the three on the path in the morning. It was just like a fairy
tale.

"By the way," said Mr. Bartlett when she had finished, "did you
know that I had offered a reward of two hundred and fifty dollars
to any one giving information which would lead to Raymond's
recovery?"

"No," said Migwan, "I didn't."

"Well," sa