"I'll not forget—I'll do anything for you," she stammered.
Caleb Thompson, as he moved off in the direction of the little river beyond the fort, where his canoe was drawn up, chuckled to himself. He knew that by that single simulation of regard he had won greater obedience than by all his thinly-veiled threats of what would follow disregard of his orders.
It was a girl of a totally different mood that Mary found in the kitchen the next morning. She smiled at the nurse when she entered, and held out her injured hand.
"I was a mean girl last night," she said. "You were very kind, but I was not feeling very good. I'm all right to-day, and I'm sorry."
"I, too, am sorry," said Mary. "I should not have bothered you. Was it a headache?"
"Yes," lied the half-breed.
"Why didn't you tell
