"The first time I had snow shoes on I didn't make one half that distance before I was tangled up like a fish in a net!" He turned to Mukoki.

"_Mey-oo iss e chikao!_" he cried.
"Remember ?" and the Indian nodded, his leathery face breaking into a grin.
David felt a new pleasure at their approbation.

He had evidently done well, exceedingly well.

And he had been afraid of himself! Apprehension gave way to confidence.

He was beginning to experience the exquisite thrill of fighting against odds.
He made no objection this time when Father Roland made a place for him on the sledge.
"We'll have four miles of this lake," the Missioner explained to him, "and the dogs will make it in an hour.