Then the strange canoes came in sight and very close to them, as they turned a bend in the creek. There were three large boats--one carrying freight, one filled with new men for the works, and in the other--the foremost one--was Mr. Haydon, and a tall, thin, middle-aged stranger. "Uncle Seldon!" exclaimed Lyster, with animation, and held the canoe still in the water, that the other might come close, and in a whisper he said: "The one to the right is Mr. Haydon." He glanced at her and saw she was making a painful effort at self-control. "Don't worry," he whispered. "We will just speak, and drift on past them." But when they called greeting to each other, and the Indian boatman was told to send their craft close to the little camp canoe, she raised her head and looked very levelly across the stranger, who had hair so like her own, and spoke to the Indian who paddled their boat as though he were the only one there to notice. "Plucky!" decided Mr. Haydon, "and stubborn;" but he kept those thoughts to himself, and said aloud: "My dear young lady, I am indeed pleased to see you so far recovered since my last visit. I presume you know who I am," and he looked at her in a smiling, confidential way. "Yes, I know who you are. Your name is Haydon, and--there is a piece of your letter." She picked up a fragment of paper that had fallen at her feet, and flung it out from her on the water. Mr. Haydon affected not to see the pettish act, but turned to his companion. "Will you allow me, Miss Rivers, to introduce another member of our firm? This is Mr. Seldon. Seldon, this is the young girl I told you of." "I knew it before you spoke," said the other man, who looked at her with a great deal of interest, and a great deal of kindness. "My child, I was your mother's friend long ago. Won't you let me be yours?" She reached out her hand to him, and the quick tears came to her eyes. She trusted without question the earnest gray eyes of the speaker, and turned from her own uncle to the uncle of Max. CHAPTER XIX. THE MAN IN AKKOMI'S CLOAK. "My dear fellow, there is, of course, no way of thanking you sufficiently for your care of her; but I can only say I am mighty glad to know a man like you." It was Mr. Seldon who said so, and Dan Overton looked embarrassed and deprecating under the praise he had to accept. "It is all right for you to make a fuss over it, Seldon," he returned; "but you know, as well as you know dinner time, that you would have done no less if you had found a young girl anywhere without a home--and especially if you found her in an Indian camp." "Did she give you any information as to how she came to be there?" Overton looked at him good-naturedly, but shook his head. "I can't give you any information about that," he answered. "If you want to know anything of her previous to meeting her here, she will have to tell you."