"It was evil medicine for her if a dog licked her hand or touched her food.

A dog licked her hand and the dream dog came to her three days before she died." After a long pause, he added, "In some ways I am like my mother." Two days later, Rolf chanced to see his friend behind the shanty give Skookum the pan to clean off after they had been frying deer fat.

The Indian had no idea that Rolf was near, nor did he ever learn the truth of it.
That night, after midnight, the lad rose quietly, lighted the pine splints that served them for a torch, rubbed some charcoal around each eye to make dark rings that should supply a horror-stricken look.

Then he started in to pound on Quonab's tom-tom, singing: "Evil spirit leave me; Dog-face do not harm me." Quonab sat up in amazement.

Rolf paid no heed, but went on, bawling and drumming and staring upward into vacant space.