you are the first white man who ever stayed this length of time here."

"I would like to stay here forever," Reynolds fervently declared. "I
have never been so happy in my life as I have been since I came to this
place. I wonder what your father will do when he comes home."

"I wish I knew," and Glen sighed. "Anyway, it's no use to worry about
that now. Let us enjoy ourselves while we can."

It was supper time when they at length reached Sconda's shore, where
they pulled the canoe out of the water. They then walked up to the
house, talking and laughing like two children. They had just reached
the street, when a strange noise to their left arrested their
attention. Looking in that direction, they saw a number of Indian men
and children surrounding a man, who was evidently a prisoner. As they
drew nearer, Reynolds saw that it was a white man, and that his hands
were tied behind his back.

"Another prisoner, I believe," he remarked. "I shall have company."

Then he gave a sudden start, and took a quick step forward as if to
obtain a better view.

"Why, it's Curly!" he exclaimed. "What in the world is he doing here!"

But Glen made no reply. Her eyes were fixed upon the prisoner, and her
face was very white, as she turned slightly, as if about to flee into
the house. In another minute Curly was near, and a most wretched
figure he presented. His clothes were torn and his face dirty and
bleeding. He had apparently received severe treatment at the hands of