Most of yesterday we were prisoners in the hands of some rascally Indians." "I perceive," said the missionary, "that I have much to hear as well as to tell, and, being both tired and cold, would suggest that we seek a more sheltered spot than this, where we may converse while my man prepares supper." At these words both our lads were covered with confusion, and, with profuse apologies for their lack of hospitality, besought the missionary to accompany them into the schooner's cabin.
"We should have asked you long ago," declared White, "only we were so overcome with joy at meeting a white man who could talk to us that we really didn't know what we were about." "Won't your man and dogs also come aboard ?" asked Cabot, anxious to show how hospitable they really were.
"No, thank you," laughed the missionary.

"They will do very well where they are." In the cabin, which had never seemed more cheerful and comfortable, the lads helped the new-comer remove his fur garments, plied him with hot tea, together with everything they could think of in the way of eatables, and at the same time told him their story as they had told it to their other guest of the night before.
"And you did not send me any message ?" he asked, with a quizzical smile.
"I know!" cried Cabot.

"It was the man-wolf.

But where did you meet him, and why didn't he come back with you?
How did he manage to explain the situation?
We thought he couldn't talk." "I don't know that he can," replied the missionary, "for I have never heard him speak, nor do I know any one who has.

Neither did I meet him.