Indeed, they were as fair as many an Englishman, and their slim, golden-brown bodies were not painted in the maniac fashion of the Cherokees.

They stood stock still, watching us with a dreadful impassivity which was more frightening to me than violence.

Then I, too, was overtaken by the grey screen.
"Will they follow ?" I asked Shalah.
"I do not think so.

They are not hill-men, and fear the high places where the gods smoke.

Further-more, there is no need." "We have escaped, then ?" I asked, with a great relief in my voice.
"Say rather we have been shepherded by them into a fold.