Who should know magic when it stirs but I, of the Siwanois--the Magic Clan?
Say what you will, my comrade and blood-brother, there is sorcery abroad; and well I know who wrought it, spinning with spiders' webs there by the lost Lake of Kendaia----" He shuddered slightly.

"There by the black waters of the lake--that hag--and all her spawn!" "Catharine Montour!" "The Toad-woman herself--and all her spawn." "The Senecas ?" "And the others," he said in a low voice.
A sudden and terrible misgiving assailed me.

I swallowed, and then said slowly: "Two scalps were taken late last night by Murphy and Elerson.

And the scalps were not of the Mohawk.

Not Oneida, nor Onondaga, nor Cayuga.
Mayaro!" I gasped.