What do you think, Dagaeoga ?" "My thought has not taken shape yet, Tayoga, but if 'tis fancy then 'tis singularly persistent.

I see the black mote too, to the left, toward the western shore of the lake, is it not ?" "Aye, Dagaeoga, that is where it is.

If we are both the victims of fancy then our illusions are wonderfully alike.

Think you that we would imagine exactly the same thing at exactly the same place ?" "No, I don't! And as I live, Tayoga, the mote is growing larger! It takes on the semblance of reality, and, although very far from us, it's my belief that it's moving this way!" "Again my fancy is the same as yours and it is not possible that they should continue exactly alike through all changes.

That which may have been fancy in the beginning has most certainly turned into fact, and the black mote that we see upon the waters is in all probability a hostile canoe coming to spy upon us." They watched the dark dot detach itself from the horizon and grow continuously until their eyes told them, beyond the shadow of a doubt, that it was a canoe containing two warriors.