And through and through me passed a shock, like the dull thrill of some forgotten thing clutched suddenly by memory--yet clutched in vain.
Vain was the struggle, too, for the faint gleam passed from my mind as it had come; and if the name Yndaia had disturbed me, or seeing the scarlet ensign on his breast, or perhaps both coupled, had seemed to stir some distant memory, I did not know.

Only it seemed as though, in mental darkness, I had felt the presence of some living and familiar thing--been conscious of its nearness for an instant ere it had vanished utterly.
The Sagamore's face had become a smooth, blank mask again.
"What has this maid, Lois, to do with Catharines-town ?" I asked.
"Devils live there in darkness." "She did not say." "You do not know ?" "No, Loskiel." "But," said I, troubled, "why did she journey hither ?" "Because she now believes that only I in all the world could guide her to the vale Yndaia; and that one day I will pity her and take her there." "Doubtless," I said anxiously, "she has heard at the forts or hereabouts that we are to march on Catharines-town." "She knows it now, Loskiel" "And means to follow ?" I exclaimed in horror.
"My brother speaks the truth." "God! What urges the child thither ?" "I do not know, Loskiel.

It seems as though a madness were upon her that she must go to Catharines-town.

I tell you there is sorcery in all this.

I say it--I, a Sagamore of the Enchanted Wolf.