own language, he said with more energy, "She is hidden, but I shall find
her; no fear," and his head sank down again upon his arm.

His wife trembled as she heard the old threat which had pursued her for
so long, but she would not be discouraged. She spoke again in Ojibway,

"She is found. She wants to help and comfort her husband. She is here.
Raise your head and look at her."

He obeyed, and looked steadily at her, but still with the look of one
but half awake.

"No," he said slowly. "All lies. Mary is not like you. She has bright
eyes, and brown hair, soft and smooth like a bird's wing. I beat her,
and she ran away. Go! I want to sleep."

Mr. Strafford came forward.

"Have you forgotten me, too, Christian?" he asked.

Christian turned to him with something like recognition.

"No. You were here yesterday. Tell them to let me go away."

"It is because I want to persuade them to let you go, that I am here
now, and your--this lady, whom you do not remember, also."

"What does a squaw know? Send her away."

A look passed between the two friends, and the wife moved to a little