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leaving the lodge where the white prisoner was con-
fined. As she passed the place she sang a Haida chant
she had taught her friend, so that he might hear and
know that she was waiting.

For a short time she mingled with the others beside
the roaring fires, listened to the story-tellers and the
songs of the visitors, and strolled here and there
among her friends and relatives until she was certain
that her absence from the village had not been noted.
All the while old Shim followed her around like a
faithful dog, chuckling, beating softly upon his drum,
until at last she stopped in a deep shadow and
whispered in his ear.

“Here is the piece of fish, Shim,” she said. “Now
you can let Toona out of the pen. Maada will be
waiting.”

“Maada will see many things worth watching,”
Shim chuckled as he moved quickly off in the direc-
tion of the bear-pen.

Swiftly Maada ran to the place where the rope was
hidden, snatched it up, and hastened to the prison
lodge, behind which she crouched and listened in-
tently. A few moments later she heard a commotion
at the far end of the street, heard shouts of terror
and the loud laughter of old Shim, and peering
around a corner of the house, saw the watchman run
out into the street with all the others. Without losing
a moment, she scrambled up on the roof, ran along