You know how Ba'teese think when he look out the window.

See ?" He pointed, and Barry raised himself slightly that he might follow the direction of the gesture.
Faintly, through the glass, he could see something white, rearing itself in the shadows of the heavy pines which fringed the cabin,--a cross.

And it stood as the guardian of a mound of earth where pine boughs had been placed in smooth precision, while a small vase, half implanted in the earth, told of flowers in the summer season.

Ba'tiste stared at his palms.

"Julienne," came at last.