The craft was heading southward; coming, it seemed, either for the islet we were on, or else the large island to the south-east.

I could see black heads under the large irregular sail.
"Coming down to the Labrador side," Kit remarked.

"I've heard that they spend the summer on the north side of the straits; go up in the spring, and come back here to Labrador in the latter part of the season." "There are _kayaks_ with it," he said, with the glass to his eye,--"one on each side; and there are one or two, perhaps more, behind." In the course of an hour it had come down within three miles, bearing off toward the large island.
"We had best get out of sight, I guess," Kit observed.

"Don't care to attract them or frighten them." We went back a little behind the rocks; and Kit ran down to tell the rest of the party.

They came back with them,--all but Weymouth, who was not very well, and had lain down for a nap.
"That's a big _oomiak_!" exclaimed Raed, taking a long look at it.
"One--two--three--five--seven _kayaks_." "How many do you make out in the big boat ?" Kit asked.
"Nineteen--twenty; and I don't know how many behind the sail," Raed replied.
"Those are the women and children, I suppose," Wade said.
"Wade's thinking of the Husky belles," Kit remarked with a wink to me; "of the one he gave the scarf to.