woods-runner.

Now the two neared the outer circle of light; they stepped within it;
they stopped at the fire's edge. Sam Bolton looked up straight into the
face of Dick's prisoner.

It was May-may-gwán, the Ojibway girl.




CHAPTER TEN


Dick pulled the girl roughly to the fireside, where he dropped her arm,
leaving her downcast and submissive. He was angry all through with the
powerless rage of the man whose attentions a woman has taken more
seriously than he had intended. Suddenly he was involved more deeply
than he had meant.

"Well, what do you think of that?" he cried.

"What you doing here?" asked Sam in Ojibway, although he knew what the
answer would be.

She did not reply, however.

"Hell!" burst out Dick.

"Well, keep your hair on," advised Sam Bolton, with a grin. "You