I have seen many strange things in my forty-odd years in the wilderness, and not the least of these have been the achievements of the primitive mind.

And it seems to me, Roger, that Yellow Bird told you much that has come true.
And has it occurred to you--" He stopped, knowing that the cloud of unrest which was almost fear in his heart was driving him to say these things.
"What, father," questioned Nada, bending toward him.
"I was about to express a thought which suggests an almost childish curiosity, and you will laugh at me, my dear.

I am wondering if it has occurred to Roger the mysterious 'Country Beyond' of which Yellow Bird dreamed might be the great country down there--south--BEYOND THE BORDER--the United States ?" Something which he could not control seemed to drive the words from his lips, and in an instant he saw that Nada had seized upon their significance.

Her eyes widened.

The blue in them grew darker, and Roger observed her fingers grip suddenly in the softness of her dress as she turned from Father John to look at him.
"Or--it might be China, or Africa, or the South Seas," he tried to laugh, remembering his old visions.