He was pleased, immensely pleased with his experiment.

His fantastic mood grew.

He was a spirit of the woods himself; one of those old fauns of the Greeks, and he was really there to punish the evil invaders of his island.

His body seemed to grow light with his spirit and he slid away among the trees with astonishing ease, as sure of foot and as noiseless as Tayoga himself.

Then the owl gave forth his long, lonely cry with increased volume and fervor.