After an early breakfast Connie and Ick Far examined their surroundings more closely. As the scout prowled about the litter, his attention was suddenly attracted to some faint marks which to Connie's eyes were scarcely discernible upon the hard surface of the ground.
"Someone be'n here!" he exclaimed. Then, after a few moments of silence during which he moved slowly from place to place, studying the almost invisible marks, he turned sombre eyes upon the boy. "It's de 'oman. She com,' from de riv', an' she tak' de grub, here, an' here, an' here."
"Well let's not waste any time!" cried Connie. "We must follow that trail."
For just an instant Ick Far hesitated, but after a glance into the determined face of the boy, he shrugged and lead into the scrub in the direction of Red Tail Lake. The old Indian followed almost without hesitation the trail that was several days' old and so faint that only at rare intervals, where it skirted marshes or followed the banks of creeks, was it discernible at all to the eyes of the boy.
At noon they halted upon the top of a high ridge that overlooked the bay upon which the
