thrilled her very being, and for the first time since her return home
she felt how good it was to live in such a place.

For about half an hour they sped onward, with the wind steadily
increasing.

"Big blow soon," Sconda casually remarked, as he glanced at the heavy
clouds massing over the mountains. Then he gave a start, and peered
keenly forward. His eyes had caught sight of something unusual.

"What's that?" he asked, pointing to the left.

Glen's eyes followed his outstretched arm, and presently she was
enabled to detect a dark object upon the water.

"It's only a stick, isn't it, Sconda?"

"No; it's a raft," was the reply. "There's something on it."

"Oh; maybe it's daddy!" Glen exclaimed, now thoroughly aroused. "Make
the boat go faster. He will be swamped by these waves!"

The boat, however, was running at full speed, and in short time they
were able to view the object more clearly. It was certainly a raft,
and the form upon it looked like a human being. Glen almost stopped
breathing as they drew nearer. Could it be her father? she asked
herself. Who else would be out there on the lake?

As the boat slowed down and ran close to the raft, Sconda called aloud
to the figure huddled upon the logs. But there was no reply. The wind