“Do you?”
Jim nodded. “Are you game to come along to-morrow morning?”
“At what hour?”
“Five o'clock.”
“Don't do it, Jane,” said Ethel. “It tires you for the day.”
“I will come, Jim; I would love to come,” said Jane.
For some time they stood gazing down upon the scene below them. Then turning to the children abruptly, Ethel said, “Now, then, children, you run down and get ready; that is, if you are going to church. Take them down, Jim.”
“All right, Ethel,” said Jim. “See there, Jane,” he continued, “that neck of land across the traverse—that's where the old Hudson Bay trail used to run that goes from the Big Lakes to Winnipeg. It's the old war trail of the Crees too. Wouldn't you like to have seen them in the old days?”
“I would run and hide,” said Isabel, “so they could not see me.”
“I would not be afraid,” said Helen, straightening up to her full height of six years. “I would shoot them dead.”