up, skipper Noel lounging in the stern, like 

 an old salt, with the steering oar, while the 

 crew, forgetting her nipped finger, tugged 

 valiantly at the main-sheet 



They were scooting away gloriously, ris- 

 ing and pounding the waves, when Mooka, 

 who did net have to steer and whose rest- 

 less glance was roving over every bay and 

 hillside, jumped up, her eyes round as lynx's. 



" Look, Noel, look ! There 's Megaleep 

 again watching us." And Noel, following her 

 finger, saw far up on the mountain a stag 

 caribou, small and fine and clear as a cameo 

 against the blue sky, where they had so often 

 noticed him with wonder watching them as 

 they came shouting home with the tide. 

 Instantly Noel threw himself against 

 the steering oar; the punt came up 

 floundering and shaking in the wind. 



"Come on, little sister; we can go up 

 Fox Brook. Tomah showed me trail." 

 And forgetting the salmon, as they 

 had a moment before forgotten the 

 crabs and sledges, these two children 

 of the wild, following every breeze 



3i 



NoeL and 

 Moote 



