And on the shred of bark was written: 'Swift moccasins for little feet as swift.

The long trail opens.

Come!'" "You think your mother wrote it ?" I asked, astounded.
"Yes....

She wrote the others." "Well ?" "This writing is the same." "The same hand that wrote the other messages throughout the years ?" "The same." "Have you told the Sagamore of this ?" "I told him but now--and for the first time." "You told him everything ?" "Yes--concerning my first finding--and the messages that came every year with the moccasins." "And did you show him the Indian writing also ?" "Yes." "What did he say ?" "Nothing.

But there flashed up suddenly in his eyes a reddish light that frightened me, and his face became so hideous and terrible that I could have cried out.