The ranger was nonplused, and wandered down the shore, feeling among the sharp rocks for the missing canoe.
But his search was fruitless; not a clue to the fate of the barque could be discovered, and, trying to plan for the future, he turned toward Artena.
No doubt she was alarmed about his absence, for he had been gone a long time, and he wondered what she would say when informed of the work of the waves, or Indians.
Donald approached the spot cautiously, and at length reached the very place he had vacated.
But no Artena greeted his return!
He held his breath.
“Artena?”
No reply answered him.
“Artena?”
Silence, as before.