"There are no ghosts nor unquiet spirits among those brave men who meet death while doing their daily work, darling!" she said earnestly.

"But I fancy some of those old H.B.C.agents were fearful rogues, and well deserved the fate they met at the hands of the outraged red men." "Perhaps so; I don't know.

But I don't like seeing you look so pale, Katherine.

Come and have your tea, and I will send one of the boys to look after Father for a little while." Katherine followed her sister from the store into the kitchen, wondering as she went if tea, however hot, would have the power to drive away the creeping chill at her heart.

Miles went off to take charge of the sickroom, while Phil set tea, chattering all the time concerning the gossip of the store which had come to his ears during the last few days.
"The men are saying that most likely, if Mr.Selincourt is such a rich man, he will be sure to have a steamer run up through the Strait two or three times during the summer with provisions, and so it will be bad for Father and the store," he said, carefully setting the cracked cup for Miles, although by rights it was his own turn to have it.
"What nonsense people talk!" exclaimed Mrs.Burton, with a scornful laugh.