MOOSWA BRINGS HELP 255 



standing his rifle against the wall Donald reached 

 down with his strong arms to lift up Roderick. 



The little fellow shrank away, and clasped the 

 Moose s head closer. Mooswa s big ears were 

 flipping back and forth nervously ; he knew that 

 something was being settled, and lay still, waiting. 



&quot; Come, Laddie,&quot; said the big man again, coax- 

 ingly, &quot; don t be afraid ; don t you remember me ? 

 I worked for your daddy, old Factor Mc 

 Gregor, at Fort Resolution Donald Bain is 

 my name.&quot; 



The small pinched face looked up at him. 

 &quot; I m not afraid, but you 11 hurt Mooswa ; 

 you ve shot him now see the blood. He s 

 been taking care of me.&quot; 



Donald Bain straightened himself up and 

 looked at his comrade. His companion under 

 stood, and nodded encouragingly. 



&quot; No, Laddie, I 11 give you the word of a 

 Scotchman that we 11 not harm him. God s 

 truth ! in the old land if one s enemy came hard 

 pressed to the house for shelter it would be a 

 blackguard that would injure him, or give him 

 away. Get in the blankets, now, Laddie, and 

 we 11 take care of both you and the Moose.&quot; 



The presence of friends, and a cup of hot tea 

 which they brewed him, soothed The Boy, and he 

 became quite rational. 



