glancing towards his daughter.

The man nodded. "It looks that way now, but you wait until I've fixed
things up," said he. "Then if you feel like walking eight miles I'll
go on with you."

The girl noticed the swift orderliness of all he did as she watched him
take out the horses and tether them, tear down armfuls of cedar-twigs,
and then pack them between some flour-bag's and the side of the wagon,
over which he stretched a strip of waterproof sheeting. Then he made a
fire, disappeared into the mist, and coming back with the kettle,
strode into the bush again. In the meanwhile Deringham, looking into
the wagon, pointed to the twigs.

"Do you think you could sleep there?" he said.

The girl glanced at the twigs. They looked soft and springy, and had a
pleasant aromatic fragrance, while the covering sheet was thick.

"I know I could not walk eight miles," she said. "Where has our
accomplished companion gone to?"

Deringham laughed. "To look for something for supper in the bush, I
believe," he said. "I also fancy if there is anything eatable in the
vicinity he will find it."

The snows above had lost their brilliancy, and it was dark below, when
the teamster returned with several fine trout which he skewered upon a
barberry stem. He also brought a deerhide bag from the wagon, and
presently announced that supper was ready, while Alice Deringham, who