He would make the very devil's flesh creep.

He says that old Beaver has given the death howl.
Bah!" David could _feel_ the other's shudder in the darkness.

They went on for another hundred yards.

With a low word Mukoki stopped the team.

The dogs were whining softly, staring straight ahead, when David and the Missioner joined the Cree.
Father Roland pointed to a dark blot in the night, fifty paces beyond them.