Brought up in the forests of northern Maine, and seeing few persons excepting her uncle and Angelique, the Indian housekeeper, Margot Romeyn knows little of life beyond the deep hemlocks. Naturally observant, she is encouraged in her out-of-door studies by her uncle, at one time a college professor. Through her woodland instincts, she and her uncle are enabled to save the life of Adrian Wadislaw, a youth who, lost and almost overcome with hunger, has been wandering in the neighboring forest. To Margot the new friend is a welcome addition to her small circle of acquaintances, and after his rapid recovery she takes great delight in showing him the many wonders of the forest about her home. But finally, after many weeks, the uncle decides, because of reasons which will be known later, that it would be better for Margot if Adrian left them. Accordingly, he puts the matter before the young man, who, although reluctant to leave his new friends, volunteers to go. Under the guidance of Pierre Ricord, a young Indian, the lad sets out for the nearest settlement. Once in the woods, however, they decide to remain there for a while. During their wanderings the two had become separated for a time and then it is that Adrian hears a noise which makes his pulse beat faster. It is the call of a moose. But Pierre, also, had heard that distant “Ugh-u-u-ugh!” and instantly paused. His own anxiety was lest Adrian should not hear and be still. Fortunately, the wind was in their favor and the sensitive nostrils of the moose less apt to scent them. Having listened a moment, he dropped his pack so softly that, heavy as it was, it scarcely made the undergrowth crack. His gun was always loaded, and, now making it ready for prompt use, he started back toward his companion. The Indian in his nature came to the fore. His step was alert, precise, and light as that of any four-footed forester. When within sight of the other lad, listening and motionless, his eye brightened. “If he keeps that way, maybe--Ah!” The moose call again, but farther off. This was a disappointment, but they were on good ground for hunting and another chance would come. Meanwhile, they would better make all haste to the thoroughfare. There would be the better place, and out in the canoe they’d have a wider range. “Here, you. Give me the boat. Did you hear it?” “Did I not? But you had the gun!” “Wouldn’t have made any difference if you’d had it. Too far off. Let’s get on.” Adrian lifted the pack and dropped it in disgust. “I can’t carry that load!” Pierre was also disgusted--by the other’s ignorance and lack of endurance. “What you don’t know about the woods beats all. Haven’t you seen anybody pack things before? I’ll show you. When there’s big game handy is no time to quarrel. If a pack’s too heavy, halve it. Watch and learn something.”