I jogged along over the brow of a hill when, at a white, frame house, I saw the center toward which all the men of the countryside were coming.
Suddenly I heard the hoof-beats of a horse behind me.

I stopped, and looking over my shoulder saw a rider approaching me in the costume of an Indian chief.

A red mask covered his face.

A crest of eagle feathers circled the edge of his cap.

Without a word he rode on at my side.