body of water. Not a ripple ruffled its surface, and nothing could
Glen discern there, although her eyes scanned it most intently.

A word to Midnight, and down the incline they moved, and in a short
time emerged from the forest, when a large open clearing burst into
view. To a stranger the sight would have been startling, for a short
distance away was a neat village, close to the water's edge. But to
Glen it was not at all out of the ordinary. She had been accustomed to
it from childhood, and to her it was home.

The village consisted of well built log houses, at the doors of which
children were playing, and dogs lying around. The former smiled as the
girl rode by. She did not stop as was her wont, to talk to them, but
at once made her way to a building larger than the others. This was a
store, in front of which a number of Indians were gathered.

As Glen rode up and stopped, a tall, powerfully built native came forth
and laid his hand upon the horse's bridle. It was the same Indian
Reynolds had seen that night at the dance in Whitehorse. He was
evidently accustomed to waiting upon Glen, and needed no instructions.
But on this occasion the girl did not dismount. She merely leaned over
and whispered a few words to her attendant, who simply nodded, and let
his hand drop from the bridle. Then as Glen continued on her way, he
walked by her side through the street, up along the water-front.

In a few minutes they passed from the village and entered a grove of
trees which extended down to the shore of the lake. In the midst of
this was a clearing, and situated here was a log building of generous
proportions, well made, and altogether different from the rest in the
settlement. It was a two-story building, facing the water, with large