to take care of himself, and I understand that an Indian always keeps
in touch with him. He has a comfortable cabin out in the hills where
he sleeps at night."

"Well, I wish to goodness he would come home," and Glen gave a deep
sigh. "He might think of me, and how much I need him. If he doesn't
come soon, I shall pack up and go outside again. I believe a trip to
Whitehorse would do me good, for I am tired of staying here with
nothing to do."

"Your father would not like it," her companion reminded. "He would be
very angry if he came home and found that you had left Glen West. Why
not take a spin on the lake this evening? You once were very fond of
the boat."

"I suppose I might as well go," and again Glen sighed as she rose from
the table and looked out of the window. "Sconda is on the wharf now,
and that will save my going after him. Won't you come, too, Nannie? A
spin will do you good."

"Not this evening," was the reply. "Your father may come at any
minute, and it would not do for both of us to be away from the house."

Sconda's eyes brightened as Glen came down to the wharf and asked him
to take her out upon the water. _The Frontiersman_, the name of the
motor-boat, was the pride of Sconda's heart. When he had been
appointed captain of the craft, his highest ambition was reached.
This, together with the fact that he was the special guardian of the
Big Chief's daughter, gave him a high standing in the camp. No one
knew the waters of the north better than did he, and Jim Weston's mind