"I told you the truth, Deliverer, when I said that my people would accept the Shepherdess and this black dog of yours as their gods.

But did I not tell you also that the death of the rest of us lies in the matter?
If not, I say so now.

_You_ have not been named a god, Deliverer, nor has yonder Bald-pate"-- the natives called Francisco thus because of his tonsure--"and your black dog will betray you by his yapping.

When you look down the jaws of the Snake, remember then that Soa told you the truth, Deliverer.

Perchance you shall find the red stones you seek hidden in his belly, White Man." "Be silent," said Juanna indignantly, and Soa slunk back like a whipped hound.
"Confound the old woman!" put in Leonard with a shiver.