"I am afraid I am very late," said Keith, when he had entered the building, "but you see I've been delayed."
"Overslept yourself?" laughed Constance.
"Oh, no. I've been to the drug store."
"The drug store!"
"Yes, and found the druggist asleep. When I awoke him it took me two whole hours to get what I wanted. How is that for business?"
"A drug store! and a druggist! I don't understand," and a puzzled expression spread over Constance's face.
"Well, you see, it's this way. I left Pete asleep, as he was tired after his long trip, and went to get the roots of which I told you at Siwash Creek. I found the old chief asleep, and when he was awake and I told him what I wanted it took me one hour to answer all the questions he asked. Then he made a long speech about his ancestors, and how the wonderful roots had cured so many of them. By the time he was through another hour had slipped by. But at last I got what I wanted and here it is, so I am going to begin at once upon that racking cough."
"Mr. Steadman," said Constance, "will you please tell me where all these things came from which we found in this room?"
"What things?" queried Keith, as he carefully unwrapped the precious roots from their thin bark covering.
"Why, this splendid bear-skin rug on the floor; that large wolf skin on my father's cot, and those pictures on the walls; they do not belong to us."