Southwest of me, little blue peaks pricked the primrose sky; south-east lay endless forests, their green already veiled in an ashy blue bloom.

Far down, under me, wound the narrow back-trail through the gulf below.
Presently, beside me came creeping the lithe Mohican, and lay down prone, smooth and golden, and shining like a sleek panther in the sun.
"Is all well guarded, brother ?" I whispered.
"Not even a wood-mouse could creep from the swamp unless our warriors see it." "And when dark comes ?" "Our ears must be our eyes, Loskiel....

But neither the Cat-People nor the Andastes will venture out of that morass, save only by the trail.
And we shall have two watchers on it through the night." "There is no other outlet ?" "None, except by the ridge Boyd travels.

He blocks that pass with his twenty men." "Then we should have their egress blocked, except only in the north ?" "Yes--unless they learn of this by magic," muttered the Mohican.
It was utterly useless for me to decry or ridicule his superstitions; and there was but one way to combat them.
"If witchcraft there truly be in Catharines-town," said I, "it is bad magic, and therefore weak; and can avail nothing against true priesthood.

What could the degraded acolytes of this Red Priest do against a consecrated Sagamore of the Lenape--against an ensign of the Enchanted Clan?
Else why do you wear your crest--or the great Ghost Bear there rearing upon your breast ?" "It is true," he murmured uneasily.