Which makes Margaret a second-rater compared with Nada," he added.

"For Margaret wanted a kingdom along with her husband, and Nada would take--just you and me.
And that's where we're pulling some Peter the Great stuff," he tried to laugh.

"We won't let her do it!" And so they went on, day after day, toward the Wollaston waterways--the country of Yellow Bird and her people.
It was early September when they crossed the Geikie and struck up the western shore of Wollaston Lake.

The first golden tints were ripening in the canoe-birch leaves, and the tremulous whisper of autumn was in the rustle of the aspen trees.

The poplars were yellowing, the ash were blood red with fruit, and in cool, dank thickets wild currants were glossy black and lusciously ripe.