"It will go to this place which you have described, and it will live in the body of the girl, and through Yellow Bird it will tell you tomorrow what has happened, and what is going to happen." In the edge of the shore-willows Jolly Roger stood for a time watching Yellow Bird as she sat under the stars, motionless as a figure graven out of stone.

He felt a curious tingling at his heart, something stirring uneasily in his breast, and he stood alone even after Slim Buck had stretched himself out in the soft sand to sleep.

He was not superstitious.

Yet it was equally a part of his philosophy and his creed to believe in the overwhelming power of the mind.

"If you have faith enough, and think hard enough, you can think anything until it comes true," he had told himself more than once.