~{ Tio CARIBOO AND BACK }-~

Jim was convinced she would never leave it
alone if he set it flat in the bottom of the canoe,
which would have been the wisest plan in the
end.

They unlaced the basket, took out the brown
baby and wrapped it in a bit of blanket which
had been under it. Then Betty held it close
in her arms while she was helped to a seat in
the stern of the Tub, by Jim.

“Now, Betty, you’re to sit perfectly still,
no matter what happens,” he gave orders. “And
hang on to the baby, don’t let it wriggle, for if
if it does we’ll upset, that’s all!’

“Indian babies never wriggle,” Betty as-
sured him.

“A good thing, if it’s true. For a we strike
rough water, and there’s bound to he some,
I'll not be able to pay any attention to you,
Betty. I won’t even have time to look over my
shoulder to see that you’re all right; for, of
course, everything depends on keeping the
Tub’s nose right in the current.”

With that Jim stepped into the bow and
knelt bolt upright, paddle in hand. One shove,
and they were off.

The Tub fairly skimmed along, her name

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