I am anxious for you to meet him." That his mind was quite easy on the score of Tavish's physical well-being he emphasized by falling asleep very shortly after rolling himself up in his blankets on the floor.

During their three nights in camp David had marvelled at and envied the ease with which Father Roland could drop off into profound and satisfactory slumber, this being, as his new friend had explained to him, the great and underlying virtue of a good stomach.

To-night, however, the Missioner's deep and regular breathing as he lay on the floor was a matter of vexation to him.

He wanted him awake.

He wanted him up and alive, thoroughly alive, when Tavish came.