that something had to be done, and at once, if these people were to be
saved from starvation. She turned away and walked over to where Sam
and Kitty were erecting a little lean-to in the midst of a small
thicket of fir and spruce trees.

"Sam, I want you to do something for those people," she at once began.
"They are starving."

"White man all sam' crazee," the Indian replied. "Camp bad, ugh!"

"I know that, Sam, so you must show them how to build good ones like
your lodge by the lake. Will you?"

"A-ha-ha, bimeby, mebbe."

"They are starving, too, Sam, so I want you to get something for them
to eat. Will you go at once? Kitty and I will finish this lean-to."

Sam, however, made no reply, but went on with his work.

"You will go, won't you?" she pleaded. "They are King George's people,
and were driven out of their own country. I know you will help them."

These words had the desired effect, and electrified the Indian to keen
interest. That they were King George's people was all-sufficient. He
spoke to Kitty, who produced two wire snares from one of their bundles,
and handed them to her husband. Sam then picked up his gun and turned
to Jean.

"Me go now," he said. "Come bimeby. Get bird, mebbe."