What adventure lay beyond that meeting he did not surmise.

All his thoughts had centred in the single desire to let Tavish look upon the picture.

To-night, after the Missioner had joined Mukoki in the silk tent buried warmly under the mass of cut balsam, he sat a little longer beside the fire, and asked himself questions which he had not thought of before.

He would see Tavish.

He would show him the picture.