Jim saw the change, and, knowing what it signified, took Joe's arm as he gently urged him away.

The teamster's shrill voice could be heard until they entered the fur-trader's cabin.
An old man with long, white hair flowing from beneath his wide-brimmed hat, sat near the door holding one of Mrs.Wentz's children on his knee.

His face was deep-lined and serious; but kindness shone from his mild blue eyes.
"Mr.Wells, this is my brother James.

He is a preacher, and has come in place of the man you expected from Williamsburg." The old minister arose, and extended his hand, gazing earnestly at the new-comer meanwhile.

Evidently he approved of what he saw in his quick scrutiny of the other's face, for his lips were wreathed with a smile of welcome.
"Mr.Downs, I am glad to meet you, and to know you will go with me.
I thank God I shall take into the wilderness one who is young enough to carry on the work when my days are done." "I will make it my duty to help you in whatsoever way lies in my power," answered Jim, earnestly.
"We have a great work before us.