"Perhaps we had better return to the cabin."
"No," answered the girl stubbornly. "We will look at the snares first. I'm not going to be frightened from my dinner by a wandering Indian."
And they went forward together.
CHAPTER XV
A FACE AT THE TENT-DOOR
"Look," cried Helen. "Look!"
They had almost reached the cabin on the return journey and were full in view of the lake. As she cried the words she pointed over its snow-laden surface, and Stane, looking in the direction indicated, saw that which made his heart leap. A dog-team was coming up the lake, with a man on snow-shoes packing the trail in front.
"Who can it be?" asked the girl in some excitement.