But wait a moment.

The chap had come in from the west.

In that event there should be an Odyssey of some kind tucked away in the affair.
Cutty resumed his pacing.

The moment his imagination caught the essentials he visualized the Odyssey.

Across mountains and deserts, rivers and seas, he followed Two-Hawks in fancy, pursued by an implacable hatred, more or less historical, of which the lad was less a cause than an abstract object.