Father Roland had returned with Mukoki.

He could hear them as they went to where Tavish was lying with his face turned up to the moon.
On his knees he began pawing over the stuff in the chest.

It was a third filled with odds and ends--little else but trash; tangled ends of _babiche_, a few rusted tools, nails and bolts, a pair of half-worn shoe packs--a mere litter of disappointing rubbish.

The door opened behind him as he was rising to his feet.

He turned to face Mukoki and the Missioner.
"There is nothing," he said, with a gesture that took in the room.