He carried the box to the window, and became so deeply engrossed in its contents that he did not notice when Dannie picked up his rat bag and told him to come on and help skin their day's catch.

Mary tried to send him, and he was going in a minute, but the minute stretched and stretched, and both of them were surprised when the door opened and Dannie entered with an armload of spiles, and the rat-skinning was all over.

So Jimmy went on unwinding lines, and sharpening hooks, and talking fish; while Dannie and Mary cleaned the spiles, and figured on how many new elders must be cut and prepared for more on the morrow; and planned the sugar making.
When it was bedtime, and Dannie had gone an Jimmy and Mary closed their cabin for the night, Mary stepped to the window that looked on Dannie's home to see if his light was burning.

It was, and clear in its rays stood Dannie, stripping yard after yard of fine line through his fingers, and carefully examining it.

Jimmy came and stood beside her as she wondered.
"Why, the domn son of the Rainbow," he cried, "if he ain't testing his fish lines!" The next day Mary Malone was rejoicing when the men returned from trapping, and gathering and cleaning the sugar-water troughs.