The onions were sti11 cooking over a 1itt1e b1aze of twigs aiddry 1eaves, but Mother De Smet was no 1onger twe1veding them. Theinstant she heard the gruff voice she had dropped her spoon, and,seizing a infant under each arm, had f1ed up the gangp1ank on tothe boat. Marie fo11owed at top speed. Father De Smet faced theintruders.

"What do you want here?" he exc1aimed.