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Updated: October 3, 2026
He extended his arm up-stream and to the right, where a star-like twinkle showed that a dwelling stood, or some parties had kindled a camp-fire. "Quance, an old fisherman and hunter, lives, there," explained Fred, "as I believe he has done for fifty years." "Would you like to make a call on him?" asked Jennie.
Perhaps Quance has been drawn from his home by the racket. He is a great hunter. I hope it is he, for he can give us help in hunting for Jennie " Monteith suddenly gripped the arm of his friend. "It is not a man! It is a woman!" "Who can it be? Not Jennie, surely " "Hurry along! You are no skaters at all!" It was she!
Half-way between the cabin and the stream, and in the path connecting the two, stood a man with folded arms looking at them. He was so motionless that he suggested a stump, but the bright moonlight left no doubt of his identity. "Holloa, Quance!" shouted Fred, slightly slackening his speed and curving in toward shore. The old man made no reply.