Where do you belong, and how did you get in her company. This is a mysterious mystery that I can’t unriddle. Hang me if I don’t believe that you are two witches.
Oh no, my good man, we are not witches. I belong on board of the Reindeer. I am the Admiral’s daughter—the dare-devil of a girl you described. The one the marines were scouring the country to find. Yes, I am Cora Powers.
Powers! exclaimed Amy excitedly, but said nothing more, yet thought much.
The old man remained silent a few moments, then said:
How came you in the canoe?
I was carried there by some one. I thought it was Tom and Jack, supposing that the Lieutenant had told them to throw a blanket over me and carry me off. For that reason I made no resistance, and lay in his arms quietly as a babe on its mother’s breast. In fact, I enjoyed it, and when I lay in the boat, I thought that I would be taken on board of the Reindeer, and rather enjoyed it, to think how surprised they would be when they learned that I could not be scared. When I was doused in the water, I took it as a kind of a sailor baptism, and I don’t know yet what to make of it.
I don’t think, said the old man, that your friends had anything to do with your departure.
And if they didn’t, who did? asked Cora.
The Indians, replied Amy.
What? Do you mean that I was carried off in the arms of an Indian and laid in the canoe?