62 THE RED MOUNTAIN OF ALASKA. 
"At last I came in sight of John Feathertop, just 
putting the last touches on the bottom of the damaged 
canoe, and then, I confess, for the first time I breathed 
freely. 
" The gentleman asked me where the doe was, but I 
took no notice, and he supposed I felt bad at not finding 
her, so he said nothing more about it. 
The next day the sick man was well enough to move, 
