The sight of these gashes answered the question Roland had asked of his own imagination; they were in the form of a _cross_; and as the legend, so long derided, of the forest-fiend recurred to his memory, he responded, almost with a feeling of superstitious awe, to the trembling cry of Telie Doe:-- "It is the Jibbenainosay!" she exclaimed, staring upon the corse with mingled horror and wonder:--"Nick of the Woods is up again in the forest!".