And always, when we arrive in camp, a Seminole fire is burning under a kettle and before it sits my Little Tiger wearing a new turban and blinking through the smoke haze like a tree-lynx lost in thought." "Do you mean that this aboriginal admirer of yours has already come out of the Everglades to meet you at your camp ?" "Surely he is there, waiting at this moment," she said.

"I'd as soon doubt the stars in their courses as the Seminole, Coacochee.

And you will see very soon, now, because we are within a mile of camp." "Within a mile!" he scoffed.

"How do you know?
For the last two hours these woods and glades have all looked precisely alike to me.

There's no trail, no blaze, no hills, no valleys, no change in vegetation, not the slightest sign that I can discover to warrant any conclusion concerning our whereabouts!" She threw back her head and laughed deliciously.
"My pale-face brother," she said, "do you see that shell mound ?" "Is that hump of rubbish a shell mound ?" he demanded scornfully.
"It certainly is; did you expect a pyramid?
Well, then, that is the first sign, and it means that we are very near camp....