The friendly forest seemed to curve very near.

Paul's heart throbbed with painful violence.
Shif'less Sol passed the last wigwam, and he took a step into the open space that divided them from the forest.

Paul stepped with him, but a gaunt and weazened figure rose up in their path.

It was that of the old squaw who wished a new son, and she stared for a few moments at the clothes of Braxton Wyatt, and the figure within them.

Then she knew, and she uttered a shrill cry that was at once a lament and a warning.