He hurried away, and soon a long raucous blast ripped the air. Then
the steamer swerved to the right and made for the small craft which was
now plainly visible. Many of the passengers were already crowding the
rail, all greatly interested in this new diversion.

Reynolds stepped back and gave his place to another. He could watch
the approaching boat just as well here, and at the same time study to a
better advantage the girl who was standing close to the rail. He had
accomplished something, anyway, which was worth a great deal to him.
He had heard her speak and learned her name. He liked "Glen," and it
seemed to suit her. But Glen what? He longed to know that, too. Her
voice was soft and musical. It appealed to him. Yes, everything
seemed to be in harmony, he mused. Name, voice, dress, and manner, all
suited the girl admirably. It was a happy combination.

From where he was standing he could watch her unobserved. He could see
the side of her face nearest to him, and he noted how flushed it was
with excitement. She was keenly interested in the approaching boat,
and her eyes followed it most intently.

The steamer had already slowed down, and its movement now was scarcely
perceptible. Reynolds looked at the small approaching craft, and to
his surprise he saw that it was a large canoe, being paddled by four
stalwart Indians. There were several white men on board, although he
could not distinguish their faces. Who could they be, and where had
they come from? he wondered. A man standing nearby asked the same
question, though no one seemed to be able to give a satisfactory answer.

By this time the canoe was so near the steamer that from his position