"I guess you lie!" She smiled at them wheedlingly, but Boyd reassured her. "No! We don't know him at all." "Then what for you speak his name?" "Miss Malotte told us about him at dinner." "Oh!" "By-the-way, what kind of a looking feller is he?" asked Fraser. "He's fine, han'some man," said Chakawana. "Nice fat man. Him got hair like--like fire." "He's fat and red-headed, eh? He must be a picture." "Yes," agreed the girl, rather vaguely. "Is he married?" "I don't know. Maybe he lie. Maybe he got woman." "The masculine sex seems to stand like a band of horse-thieves with this dame," Fraser remarked to his companion. "She thinks we're all liars." After a moment, Chakawana continued, "Where you go now?" "To the States; to the 'outside,'" Boyd answered. "Then you see Willis Marsh, sure thing. He lives there. Maybe you speak, eh?" "Well, Mr. Marsh may be a big fellow around Kalvik, but I don't think he occupies so much space in the United States that we will meet him," laughed Emerson; but even yet the girl seemed unconvinced, and went on rather fearfully: "Maybe you see him all the same." "Perhaps. What then?" "You speak my name?" "Why, no, certainly not." "If I see him, I'll give him your love," offered "Fingerless" Fraser, banteringly; but Chakawana's light-hued cheeks blanched perceptibly, and she cried, quickly: "No! No! Willis Marsh bad, bad man. You no speak, please! Chakawana poor Aleut girl. Please?" Her alarm was so genuine that they reassured her; and having completed their meal, they rose and left the room. Outside, Fraser said: "This cannery guy has certainly buffaloed these savages. He must be a slave-driver." Then as they filled their pipes, he added: "She was plumb scared to death of him, wasn't she?" "Think so?" listlessly. "Sure. Didn't she show it?" "Um-m, I suppose so." They were still talking when they heard the jingle of many bells, then a sharp command from Constantine, and the next instant the door burst open to admit Cherry, who came with a rush of youth and health as fresh as the bracing air that followed her. The cold had reddened her cheeks and quickened her eyes; she was the very embodiment of the day itself, radiantly bright and tinglingly alive. "Good-morning, gentlemen!" she cried, removing the white fur hood which gave a setting to her sparkling eyes and teeth. "Oh, but it's a glorious morning! If you want to feel your blood leap and your lungs tingle, just let Constantine take you for a spin behind that team. We did the five miles from the village in seventeen minutes." "And how is your measley patient?" asked Fraser. "He's doing well, thank you." She stepped to the door to admit Chakawana, who had evidently hurried around from the other house, and now came in, bareheaded and heedless of the cold, bearing a bundle clasped to her breast. "I brought the little fellow home with me. See!"