Toward the close of the third day's journey the wayfarers were just beginning to think of camping, when they came upon a log cabin in the woods.

Hawkins drew rein and entered the yard.

A boy about ten years old was sitting in the cabin door with his face bowed in his hands.
Hawkins approached, expecting his footfall to attract attention, but it did not.

He halted a moment, and then said: "Come, come, little chap, you mustn't be going to sleep before sundown" With a tired expression the small face came up out of the hands,--a face down which tears were flowing.
"Ah, I'm sorry I spoke so, my boy.

Tell me--is anything the matter ?" The boy signified with a scarcely perceptible gesture that the trouble was in the, house, and made room for Hawkins to pass.