"Look here, Mammy," and there was a note of sternness in the Colonel's
voice, "I want you to be quiet. I thought you had more sense. The
devil had nothing to do with this. It's the Lord's arrow, it seems to
me. He sent the ravens of old to feed his faithful servant in the
wilderness, so perhaps he has sent the Indians to do the same to us
now. Anyway, we are going to have a taste of fish for breakfast. It
would be a shame to throw away such excellent trout."

Jean had been a silent and interested spectator of all that had taken
place. Like her father she was somewhat amused at the various
expressions of fear. She was not afraid of the Indians, neither was
she superstitious enough to believe that the devil had anything to do
with the arrow and the fish. But when the Colonel spoke about the
"Lord's Arrow," she gave a sudden start, while the light of
understanding dawned in her eyes. The "King's Arrow" at once came into
her mind, and she thought of him who had come to her rescue at Portland
Point. Could it be possible that he had anything to do with it? she
asked herself. Was that arrow a token that he was near? And were the
fish a sign of his care? She glanced around as if expecting to see him
emerge from the forest to explain the whole matter. Her heart beat
fast, and the rich blood tingled to her cheeks. She withdrew a few
steps lest her confusion should be observed. The King's Arrow. The
King's Arrow. It kept surging through her mind. It could be no one
else, she reasoned. She longed to speak, to tell of the discovery she
had made. But how could she explain? Would she not betray her
feelings, and thus increase her embarrassment? Would it not be better
to remain silent than to lay bare to others the thoughts which were
agitating her heart and mind?

She was aroused by her father bidding her to help prepare one of the