But my poor Lana slept very badly in the boat.

Before dawn we went ashore for an hour's rest.

That seemed sufficient for me, but Lana, poor dove, did not profit, I fear.

Did you, dearest ?" "Very little," said Lana, forcing a gaiety she surely did not inspire in others with her haunted eyes that looked at everything, yet saw nothing--or so it seemed to me.
As we came to our bush-huts, Lois caught sight of the Sagamore for the first time, and held out both hands with a pretty cry of recognition: "Nai, Mayaro!" The Sagamore turned in silent astonishment; though when he saw Boyd there also his features became smooth and blank again.

But he came forward with stately grace to welcome her; and, bending his crested head, took her hands and laid them lightly over his heart.
"Nai, Lois!" he exclaimed emphatically.
"Itoh, Mayaro!" she replied gaily, pressing his hands in hers.