"O Mrs. Blake! O Mrs. Blake!" she cried, "'tis somethin' dreadful comin'! 'tis sure a wild man!"
Greatly alarmed, Mrs. Blake went to the door. George, panting and still dripping, stood before her.
"Lord ha' mercy!" she piously exclaimed, throwing up her arms.
"Don't be scared, ladies," panted George; "I couldn't hurt a rabbit. Ain't there any men here?"
His ingratiating manner reassured the frightened women, and explanations followed. All the natives of the vicinity of Hamilton Inlet had been wondering what had become of us, and Mrs. Blake quickly grasped the situation. Kindness itself, she took George in. Donald and Gilbert, she said, would be back directly. She made him hot tea, and put on the table for him some grouse stew, molasses, and bread and butter, all the time imploring him
