So--is it strange that he should snare rabbits with, a woman's hair ?" "And change black into the color of the sun ?" added Philip, falling purposely into the other's humor.
"If the rest is true--" Pierre did not finish.

He caught himself, swallowing hard, as though a lump had risen in his throat, and for a moment or two Philip saw him fighting with himself, struggling with the age-old superstitions which had flared up for an instant like a powder-flash.

His jaws tightened, and he threw back his head.
"But those stories are NOT true, M'sieu," he added in a repressed voice.

"That is why I showed you the snare.

Bram Johnson is not dead.
He is alive.