remained for awhile in deep silence.

"Can we do it?" Jean at length asked. "How far is it?"

"Sam go wan sleep, babby two sleep," was the reply.

Jean smiled as she drew herself to her full height.

"Don't you think I can do it in one sleep as well as you?" she
bantered. "Why, I am strong now, almost like an Indian."

"Babby no all sam' Injun yet," Sam reminded. "Bimeby, mebbe."

"But will you go, Sam?"

"A-ha-ha. Wan sleep, Sam go."

"In the morning?"

"Mebbe. Sam see."

With this Jean had to be content. She was pleased that the Indian was
willing to go with her, although she was well aware that he would start
only when he was ready. She talked it over with the women, and a new
hope rose in their hearts when they learned about the King's
mast-cutters.

"What should we have done without you?" one woman remarked with a sob
in her voice. "The Lord surely must have sent you and those Indians
just when our needs were so great. We can never repay you for what you