He realized it would have been a very different tale, and the sequent questions that would not down, were, "Will this bread cast on the waters return after many days ?" "Is there a God of justice and retribution ?" "On whom will the flail of vengeance fall for all these abominations ?" Two hours later the Indian returned.

No word was spoken as he entered.
He was not cold.

He must have walked far.

Rolf prepared for bed.

The Indian stooped, picked up a needle from the dusty ground, one that had been lost the day before, silently handed it to his companion, who gave only a recognizant "Hm," and dropped it into the birch-bark box..