Things might have been worse." Beside her lay a dry pine tree
and she chopped it up and built a fire. For a long time she lay
looking up at the great pines above her, lost in romantic
fancies, her beautiful, expressive eyes shining in the firelight.
By and by she slept, her head pillowed on her sweater.

She was aroused by the squalling of the jays in the pine trees.
Sunlight was filtering down through the branches. She felt
chilly from her sleep on the ground, although the trees had kept
the dew from her. Sitting up, she exercised her arms to get up
the circulation. Then, leaning on a heavy stick and hobbling on
one foot, she began to look about her. Not far from where she
had fallen there was an opening in the undergrowth and through
this Migwan could see another path about six feet lower down the
slope.

"I wonder if they would come this way," thought Migwan. "I had
better put a blaze in the road so they can find me." She was
casting about for something that would attract the attention of
the searchers when she heard footsteps coming down the path.
"They're coming," she thought, and was just ready to fall on
Hinpoha's neck, when out of the woods came two men, one of them
carrying a little boy. A few paces from where Migwan stood,
hidden by a large tree trunk, they came to a halt, and the one
man, pulling out a purse, began to count money. The little boy
was dressed in a white sailor suit and hat, and his hair under
the hat brim was yellow and curly. A beam of sunlight fell
directly on him, making such a pretty picture that Migwan could
not help snap-shotting him. Her camera still hung around her
neck in its case, having luckily escaped injury by her fall.