'Gosh, it's the black minister!' he said.
It was indeed a black man, as we saw when the moon came out of a cloud.
His head was on his breast, and he walked round the fire with measured, regular steps.

At intervals he would stop and raise both hands to the sky, and bend his body in the direction of the moon.

But he never uttered a word.
'It's magic,' said Archie.

'He's going to raise Satan.

We must bide here and see what happens, for he'll grip us if we try to go back.