Mukoki began bringing in the dunnage.

The uneasy gleam was still in his eyes.

His gaze was shifting and restless with expectation.

He came and went noiselessly, treading as though he feared his footsteps would awaken some one, and David saw that he was afraid of the mice.

One of them ran up his sleeve as they were eating supper, and he flung it from him with a strange, quick breath, his eyes blazing.
"_Muche Munito!_" he shuddered.
He swallowed the rest of his meat hurriedly, and after that took his blankets, and with a few words in Cree to the Missioner left the cabin.
"He says they are little devils--the mice," said Father Roland, looking after him reflectively.