He ceased to think of it as a picture, and one night, speaking half aloud, he called her Little Sister.

She seemed nearer to him after that.

Unconsciously his hand learned the habit of going to his breast pocket when they were travelling, to make sure that she was there.

He would have suffered physical torment before he would have confided all this to any living soul, but the secret thought that was growing more and more in his heart he told to Baree.

The dog came into their camps now, but not until the Missioner and Mukoki had gone to bed.