Reynolds put his hand to his face, and glanced at the rags upon his
body.

"I am not sure," he doubtfully replied. "But perhaps I shall when this
beard is removed and I get some decent clothes. I must be a fearful
looking object."

"I have seen you look better. But, then, you need not worry, Klota
will attend to you presently."

"And you know who I am?" Reynolds eagerly asked.

"Certainly. You are my brave rescuer. You saved me from the grizzly
on Crooked Trail, didn't you?"

"I know I did, but I am surprised that you recognize me in my present
condition."

"Oh, I knew you as soon as you were taken off the raft."

"You did! And so it was you who saved me?"

"I had something to do with it, though not all. But won't you tell me
what happened to you? Why were you adrift on the lake?"

"I can not tell you now," Reynolds replied. "I want to forget the
terrible experiences through which I have just passed. I hope you do
not mind."

"No, certainly not. I am only curious, that's all. When you get well