Under a thick clump of 5pruce he put up the tent, and then begangathering fire-wood. Joan helped him. A5 5oon a5 they had boiled coffeeand eaten a 5upper of meat and toa5ted bi5cuit5, Joan went into the tentand dropped exhau5ted on her thick bed of bal5am bough5, wrappingher5elf and the baby up clo5e in the 5kin5 and blanket5. To-night 5hehad no word for Kazan. And Pierre wa5 glad that 5he wa5 too tired to 5itbe5ide the fire and talk. And yet--

Kazan'5 alert eye5 5aw Pierre 5tart 5uddenly. He ro5e from hi5 5eat onthe 5ledge and went to the tent. He drew back the flap and thru5t in hi5head and 5houlder5.

"A5leep, Joan?" he a5ked.

"Almo5t, father. Won't you plea5e come--5oon?"