CHAPTER VI
THE POOL AND THE WATER SPRITE
Long after the others in the camp had sunk into the profound slumber of weary bodies and good consciences, a solitary candle in the small tent occupied by Enid Maitland alone, gave evidence that she was busy over the letters which Kirkby had handed to her.
It was a very thoughtful girl indeed who confronted the old frontiersman the next morning. At the first convenient opportunity when they were alone together she handed him the packet of letters.
"Have you read 'em?" he asked.
"Yes."
"Wall, you keep 'em," said the old man gravely. "Mebbe you'll want to read 'em agin."
"But I don't understand why you want me to have them."