“I do now,” was the reply.  “Over there to the left,” and she motioned with her hand.  “I see it quite plainly.  It is a boat of some kind with people in it, and they are waving to us.”

“So it is!” the captain exclaimed.  “Who can it be?  However, we shall soon find out.”

He hurried away, and soon a long raucous blast ripped the air.  Then the steamer swerved to the right and made for the small craft which was now plainly visible.  Many of the passengers were already crowding the rail, all greatly interested in this new diversion.

Reynolds stepped back and gave his place to another.  He could watch the approaching boat just as well here, and at the same time study to a better advantage the girl who was standing close to the rail.  He had accomplished something, anyway, which was worth a great deal to him.  He had heard her speak and learned her name.  He liked “Glen,” and it seemed to suit her.  But Glen what?  He longed to know that, too.  Her voice was soft and musical.  It appealed to him.  Yes, everything seemed to be in harmony, he mused.  Name, voice, dress, and manner, all suited the girl admirably.  It was a happy combination.

From where he was standing he could watch her unobserved.  He could see the side of her face nearest to him, and he noted how flushed it was with excitement.  She was keenly interested in the approaching boat, and her eyes followed it most intently.

The steamer had already slowed down, and its movement now was scarcely perceptible.  Reynolds looked at the small approaching craft, and to his surprise he saw that it was a large canoe, being paddled by four stalwart Indians.  There were several white men on board, although he could not distinguish their faces.  Who could they be, and where had they come from? he wondered.  A man standing nearby asked the same question, though no one seemed to be able to give a satisfactory answer.

By this time the canoe was so near the steamer that from his position Reynolds could see nothing more owing to the men crowding the rail.  He glanced toward the girl just as she turned suddenly away from the side of the steamer and walked rapidly across the deck.  She seemed much agitated, and the flush had fled her face, leaving it very white.  All this Reynolds briefly noted, and when she had disappeared through a door leading into the observation room, he stood wrapped in thought, wondering as to the cause of the remarkable change that had so suddenly taken place.  Was there some mystery connected with her life, and had she recognized someone in the canoe she did not wish to meet?  He determined to learn what he could about the picked-up men, and to keep his eyes and ears open for further developments.

CHAPTER III

A BIG BLAZIN’ LAUGH

“Fine sight that, sir.”

Reynolds turned sharply at these words, and saw the old man with the long beard and flowing hair standing at his left.  Although he himself was almost six feet in height, he seemed small by the side of this stranger, who was looking calmly out over the water toward the fog-bank, which had now lifted and was slowly dissolving.