question of keeping watch during the night, Margaret carried her point,
and soon after stood alone on the deck.

The reader, doubtless, will wonder why Margaret expressed so strong a
desire to keep watch through the long, lonely hours of darkness. Before
the conclusion of the story is reached, he will have found out the
reason.

Soon all was hushed, gross darkness had gathered over the face of
nature, and the eyes of the beloved on board were closed in sleep. At
about midnight Margaret was slightly startled at hearing a footstep on
deck. "Paul," she whispered, "is that you." "Me," he answered in a low,
soft tone. "Most Indians away, far up country after game, and not come
back few days."

Paul Guidon was a sub-chief, and one of the bravest of the tribe over
which he exercised some authority. He was feared and respected by all
the tribes of the St. John. He had used all his cunning and power to
pilot the sloop safely to her destination. He had for several days
spread the report that large herds of caribou and moose had appeared in
a part of the country forty miles west of the St. John River. The
Indians took the bait and had suddenly left in pursuit of the game.

Before leaving the deck Paul advised Margaret to get the vessel under
way at daylight next morning, in order that the journey might be
completed before the next setting of the sun. He then took Mrs. Godfrey
by the hand and raising it to his broad breast passed it firmly over his
quickly throbbing heart, and almost instantly turned and shot from her
presence like an arrow in the darkness. Very early in the morning the
sloop was made ready to proceed on her voyage. The wind was blowing