he had either wandered off or been carried away. No trace of any
abductor could be found, however, and it would have been hard
work running the men down if it had not been for Migwan's picture
of them with the boy and her report that they were headed for the
Loon Lake boat. When found, little Raymond was dressed in girl's
clothes and effectually disguised. Then Migwan told the story of
her fall down the cliff and her night in the woods and her seeing
the three on the path in the morning. It was just like a fairy
tale.

"By the way," said Mr. Bartlett when she had finished, "did you
know that I had offered a reward of two hundred and fifty dollars
to any one giving information which would lead to Raymond's
recovery?"

"No," said Migwan, "I didn't."

"Well," said Mr. Bartlett, "that's what I did, and I don't see
that any one is entitled to it but yourself. You gave us the
only definite clue we had to work on. It gives me great
pleasure, madam, to pay my just debts," and he handed Migwan a
check.

Migwan stared at the slip of paper in a dazed fashion. She could
not comprehend the good fortune that had suddenly come to her.
Then she handed the check back to Mr. Bartlett. "I can't take
your money," she said. "I really didn't do anything, you know."

"That's all right," said Mr. Bartlett, waving her back. "You did
a whole lot more than you know, young lady. Just think of the