THE HIDDEN ISLAND 15

prized by the Northern Indians. Before darkness fell
they were piled so high in the canoe that it would hold
no more. Not until then were the adventurers satis-
fied.

“We will sleep here to-night,” Kilsa said happily,
as she lay on the warm rocks beside Kahala and sur-
veyed the treasure in the canoe below. “How rich we
are, Kahala! How happy our father will be! There
are enough puffin beaks there for many, many neck-
laces, for many shaman aprons, for many dance cos-
tumes. With them we can obtain all the clothing and
food and olachen grease that we shall need for a long,
long time.”

““We shall be richer than any one in the tribe except
the chief,” Kahala boasted sleepily. “What fun it
will be when they come running down to meet us on
our return to the village and see all these puffin beaks
piled up in the canoe! I cannot wait to get home,
Kilsa.”

“Nor I,” his sister murmured, almost asleep, her
hands still full of the shining beaks which she clutched
tightly throughout the night.

The next morning they paddled slowly away from
the strange, steaming, rocky island, toward the fog
bank beyond the sunshine.

“Are you not afraid of the fog, Kahala?” Kilsa
asked, and glanced back with regret at the cheerful
sunlight.

“No, I am not afraid,” Kahala replied. “We came