One hand remained poised, weighted with the jet tresses.

She recognized him.

She saw the white star on his breast and the white tip on his ear, and under her breath she whispered "Uchi moosis!"-- "The dog pup!" It was the wild dog she had shot--and thought had died! The evening before Pierrot and Nepeese had built a shelter of balsams behind the big rock, and on a small white plot of sand Pierrot was kneeling over a fire preparing breakfast while the Willow arranged her hair.

He raised his head to speak to her, and saw Baree.

In that instant the spell was broken.