But as I sat there by the window there came upon me, for the second time that day, a mounting hurry to be gone.

There was nothing to account for it, but I distinctly felt an inward "Hurry! Hurry!" So propelling was it that only the knowledge that the "Tillicum" would not float until high tide kept me from finding Desire and begging her to come away at once.

I did go so far as to wander restlessly down into the garden where she had gone to feed the chickens.

Perhaps I would have gone farther and mentioned my misgivings but just then Sami came and I forgot all about them.

I don't believe I have ever seen any child so frightened as that little Indian! He simply fell through the bushes behind the chicken house and shot, like a small, brown catapult, into Desire's arms.