fawn as he turned them upon the stranger with wide appeal, that he seemed a veritable creature of the wilderness by which they were surrounded.

Then the girl stepped forward and thanked him with voice and eyes; but he scarcely understood the words she said, as her tones trailed lingeringly over the vowels, and almost eliminated the “r,” so lightly was it touched, while her accent fell utterly strange upon his English ear. She looked to the harness with practised eye, and then laid her hand beside Thryng’s, on the bridle. It was a strong, shapely hand and wrist.

“I can manage now,” she said. “Hoyle, get my basket foh me.”

But Thryng suggested that she climb in and take the reins first, although the animals stood