If they were to remain on Charman Island she would be their devoted servant, — she would take care of them like a mother. And already to the little ones, Dole and Costar, she had given the endearing name of "papooses," applied to babies in the western states of America.
Service, in the spirit of his favourite romances, had already proposed to call her Mrs. Friday, for it was on a Friday that Kate had arrived at French Den. And he had added, when he made the suggestion, —
"These scoundrels are like Crusoe's savages. There is always a time when the savages arrive, just as the time comes when they are beaten."
At eight o'clock the preparations for departure were complete. Moko, whom no danger could frighten, was delighted at having to accompany Briant. The two embarked, taking with them a few provisions and a revolver and cutlass each. After bidding farewell to their comrades, who did not see them depart without a feeling of sorrow, they were soon off out of sight in the shadow on Family Lake. When the sun set a gentle breeze had sprung up from the north, which, if it lasted, would suit the yawl both outwards and homewards.
The night was dark — a fortunate thing for Briant, who did not wish to be seen. Setting their course by the compass, they could reach the opposite shore, and then work up it or down it until they came to the mouth of the river.
Briant and Moko kept a good look-out ahead when they feared they should see some fire which would proclaim the presence of Walston and his companions, for Donagan was almost sure to be camped on the seashore.
In two hours the six miles had been sailed. The breeze had freshened, but the yawl was none the worse for it. She made the landfall close to where she had done so the first time, and about half a mile from where the stream ran out This half-mile took some time to
