"Still, it might lead to one we know," answered Hinpoha, and they
kept on. The path seemed endless, and was hard to walk in, for it
was on the side of a hill.

"Let's turn back," pleaded Nyoda. "We're only wasting our
strength without getting anywhere."

"Maybe we had better," answered Hinpoha in a discouraged tone.
Just then the path turned sharply, and as they rounded the corner
they came upon a figure sitting in the long grass. "Migwan!"
cried Nyoda, and stood as if petrified. Hinpoha pointed her
finger and tried to sing "O'ertaken," but burst into tears
instead and fell on Migwan's neck. Explanations were soon made
and Migwan was carried to the wagon to be petted and fussed over
as if she had been lost for a year.

So, wearied but triumphant, the hunting party returned to camp
with the trophy of the chase.



CHAPTER V.

IN WHICH A FILM TELLS A TALE.

It was the end of the swimming period and Nyoda was thoroughly
exhausted. She had been giving Gladys her first swimming lesson.
It had taken a week to coax the girl into the water at all and
nearly another one to get her in over her knees. She showed a