Then, like a huge snake, the first glided away.
He who was left behind raised his head to look into the open place called the glade of the Beautiful Spring.

An oval space lay before him, exceedingly lovely in the moonlight; a spring, as if a pearl, gemmed the center.

An Indian guard stood statuelike against a stone.
Other savages lay in a row, their polished heads shining.

One slumbering form was bedecked with feathers and frills.

Near him lay an Indian blanket, from the border of which peered two faces, gleaming white and sad in the pitying moonlight.
The watcher quivered at the sight of those pale faces; but he must wait while long moments passed.