At the end of ten minutes Father Roland was sitting dazedly in the snow, and the grin had gone from Mukoki's face.

He had succumbed to a trick--a swift side step, a feint that had held in it an ambush, and the seat of the Little Missioner's faculties had rocked.

But he was gurgling joyously when he rose to his feet, and with one arm he hugged David as they returned to the cabin.
"Only one other man has given me a jolt like that in many a year," he boasted, a bit proudly.

"And that was Tavish.

Tavish is good.