“Oh, any man might show me that. And guide me, too. Many have offered, Euan.”

“What!”

“I ask your pardon. Two years of camps blunts any woman’s speech.”

“Lois,” said I uneasily, “why do you wish to go to Catharines-town, when an armed force is going?”

She sat considering, then, in a low, firm voice:

“To tell you why, is why I asked you here� . And first I must show you what my packet held� . Shall I show you, Euan?”

“Surely, little comrade.”

She drew the packet from her bosom, unlaced the thong, unrolled the deer-hide covering.