And what less could he tell, if he confided in him at all?
He had gone a hundred yards or more into the forest, and in a little open space, lighted up like a tiny amphitheatre in the glow of the moon, he stopped.

Suddenly there came to him, thrilling in its promise, a key to the situation.

He would wait until they reached Tavish's.

And then, in the presence of the Missioner, he would suddenly show Tavish the picture.

His heart throbbed uneasily as he anticipated the possible tragedy--the sudden betrayal--of that moment, for Father Roland had said, like one who had glimpsed beyond the ken of human eyes, that Tavish was haunted by a vision of the dead.