AT THE SIWASH VILLAGENext morning the two cousins breakfasted without speaking. The meal over, Bill stalked abruptly away. Ken set the dishpan on the coals and, while the water heated, made up his bed and moved all his belongings to one side of the tent. Then he washed up his own dishes and the teapot, cleaned up the frying pan, and threw out the water, leaving Bill’s dishes as they were on the rude table beside the fire. He looked up to see Lois Meadow regarding him gravely. His eyes lighted in swift approval as they took in each detail of the lithe form that stood leaning lightly on a paddle, rifle in one hand. Her overalls were thrust into tightly laced pacs, and from the belt with its row of yellow cartridges depended a light ax and a sheath knife. From the open collar of her flannel s
