BESIEGEDOn the evening of the third day after their departure from the Siwash village, Ken and Lois beached their canoe at the landing in front of the gaunt framework of the tabernacle.
“The other canoe is gone,” said the girl. “Father and Bill must be upriver still trying to persuade the Siwashes to help with the tabernacle. Perhaps, Ken, you’d better get the charm now. We can keep it until you have a chance to talk to Bill.”
Stepping from the canoe, Ken started for the tent, to halt a moment later as the voice of Phineas boomed from the door of the cabin. “Come here at once and give an account of yourselves! Where have you been for these past six days?”
Ken turned and followed Lois to the cabin. “We might as well tell him everything,” whispered the girl. “There’s no use keeping the se
