coming up the path from the road until they were right beside
her. Her attention was attracted by a cry from Migwan. She
turned and saw a man and woman with a little boy about three
years old.

"Why, that's _my_ little boy!" said Migwan. "The one I saw in
the woods that morning."

"Then you are the young lady we are looking for," said the man,
coming forward. "We have you to thank that we have our boy with
us to-day. It was you who put us on the track of the men who had
kidnapped him."

"He _was_ kidnapped, then," said Migwan.

"Yes," answered the boy's father, "he was taken from our camp by
those two men whom you saw. Thanks to your picture of them we
put the police on their trail and caught them in Portland. We
are just coming home with him now and wanted to see you. This is
Mrs. Bartlett, my wife, and our son Raymond, whom you have
already seen."

"Come right up and sit down," said Nyoda cordially, "and tell us
all about it. We have been curious to know whether the little
boy was ever found or not."

They told how the little boy was missed from their camp that
Thursday night, and of their frantic search along the shore,
thinking he had fallen into the lake. Then some one found a toy
sailboat of his in the woods and they came to the conclusion that