The Colonel listened with considerable amusement to what was being said.  At length, however, he stepped forward and laid his right hand upon the fish.  With a cry of fear Mammy sprang to his side.

“Doan touch ’em!  Doan touch ’em!” she shrieked.  “It ain’t safe!  It ain’t safe!”

“Why, Mammy, what do you mean?” the Colonel asked.

“Go ’way, go ’way,” the excited woman pleaded.  “Dey belong to de debbil, an’ he’ll bewitch ye.  Doan touch ’em.”

“Look here, Mammy,” and there was a note of sternness in the Colonel’s voice, “I want you to be quiet.  I thought you had more sense.  The devil had nothing to do with this.  It’s the Lord’s arrow, it seems to me.  He sent the ravens of old to feed his faithful servant in the wilderness, so perhaps he has sent the Indians to do the same to us now.  Anyway, we are going to have a taste of fish for breakfast.  It would be a shame to throw away such excellent trout.”

Jean had been a silent and interested spectator of all that had taken place.  Like her father she was somewhat amused at the various expressions of fear.  She was not afraid of the Indians, neither was she superstitious enough to believe that the devil had anything to do with the arrow and the fish.  But when the Colonel spoke about the “Lord’s Arrow,” she gave a sudden start, while the light of understanding dawned in her eyes.  The “King’s Arrow” at once came into her mind, and she thought of him who had come to her rescue at Portland Point.  Could it be possible that he had anything to do with it? she asked herself.  Was that arrow a token that he was near?  And were the fish a sign of his care?  She glanced around as if expecting to see him emerge from the forest to explain the whole matter.  Her heart beat fast, and the rich blood tingled to her cheeks.  She withdrew a few steps lest her confusion should be observed.  The King’s Arrow.  The King’s Arrow.  It kept surging through her mind.  It could be no one else, she reasoned.  She longed to speak, to tell of the discovery she had made.  But how could she explain?  Would she not betray her feelings, and thus increase her embarrassment?  Would it not be better to remain silent than to lay bare to others the thoughts which were agitating her heart and mind?

She was aroused by her father bidding her to help prepare one of the fish for breakfast, as Mammy would have nothing to do with it.  She obeyed with alacrity, pleased to have something to do.  As she looked upon the speckled beauty she thought how like an arrow it appeared; its long, lithe body resembling the smooth shaft; the head and gills the barbed point; and the spreading tail the feathered end.  She wondered if there was a meaning in all this, or was it merely her own foolish imagination?

She thought much about this during the days that followed, although she mentioned it to no one, not even to Old Mammy.  For several nights a number of the younger men had kept watch, with their special attention directed to the big pine.  This, however, soon proved very irksome, and as nothing further happened, the watch was discontinued.  The men worked hard by day erecting their rude log cabins, so they could ill afford to sit up all night.  A feeling of security gradually pervaded the camp, and all became cheerful and hopeful.