By and by I went to sleep again and did not waken until daybreak." "Then," said Thirlwell, meaningly, "you could find no tracks." "I could not," Father Lucien agreed.

"That was not strange, because light snow was falling when I got up and the wind was fresh.

Still I found this; it shows I was not dreaming." He gave Thirlwell a wooden pipe with a nickel band round the stem.
"Ah!" said Thirlwell, who examined the frozen pipe and scraped out a little half-burned tobacco with his knife.

"Fifty-cents, at a settlement store! Not the kind of things the Indians buy, and this is not the stuff they generally smoke.

Besides, you would know an Indian, whether he spoke or not, by his figure and his pose." Father Lucien said nothing, but looked at him with a quiet smile, and Thirlwell resumed: "Well, there was a man; a white man.