that she had instructed the Indians to do all in their power for his
comfort. This filled his heart with gladness, for it told him that the
girl was interested in his welfare, and that she looked upon him with
kindly eyes. He was beginning to understand, too, something of Jim
Weston's influence among the Indians. He had taught them the value of
cleanliness, at any rate, and if all the natives in the place were like
Klota and her husband, it must be an ideal settlement.

An hour later Reynolds came forth looking like a new man, and greatly
refreshed after his bath. Klota's eyes beamed their approval as he
stood before her.

"Do I look better now?" he asked.

"Good," was the reply. "All sam' white man. No Injun now."

Reynolds laughed as he went out of the house. The woman amused him,
although he was most grateful for her kindness. It was a beautiful
morning, and not a ripple ruffled the surface of the lake. The village
was astir with life, the voices of children and the barking of dogs
resounding on every side. No one interfered with him as he walked
slowly along the street, but he could easily tell that he was being
watched by many curious eyes. He had the feeling, too, that he was a
prisoner, and while he could roam about at will, to escape would be
impossible. The strong burly Indians he saw seemed to have nothing to
do, but he knew that this was their idle season, and that during the
winter they would be off to their hunting-grounds.

Reynolds was much interested in the store which he presently reached.
A couple of Indians were in charge, who nodded to him as he entered,