it would be completed. By that time the Indians might be ready to return, so he hoped, and would be anxious for the enlarged books of devotion.
Several times during the afternoon he went over to see how Zell was getting along. On his last visit, just as the sun was disappearing beyond the highest mountain peaks, he was delighted to find that the girl recognised him, and gave a slight smile as he spoke to her. She faintly murmured the one word “Tim,” and tried to tell him about her lover. But she was so weak that the missionary advised her not to talk just then, but to wait until she was stronger. He noticed that Tom was busy mending his snow-shoes, and asked him where he was going.
“Out to the hills, mebbe,” was the evasive reply.
“After game?”
“Ah, ah. Wolf, mebbe.”
The missionary asked no further questions, although he wondered why Tom should go hunting for a wolf. He forgot all about this incident, however, as he once again rang the little bell and began the evening service. His heart was full of gratitude at Zell’s speedy recovery, which he felt was a direct answer to his prayers. He offered up special thanks that night, and Kate, who was present instead of her husband, was deeply impressed.
“The Good Lord has answered Gikhi’s prayer,” she told him when the service was ended.
“There is no doubt about it,” was the reply. “He has promised to hear us when we ask Him in faith. He never fails His people.”
“Will he bring back the Indians, Gikhi?”
“He will, He will, Kate, in His own way, and in His own good time. We must be patient and keep on pray-
