On the head of a white man it had departed; on the head of a white man it returned.

They saw and fell upon their knees.
"Blow, Major, blow!" whispered Jeekie, and Alan blew a feeble note through the whistle in the mouth of the mask.

It was enough, they knew it.

They sprang into the water and dragged the canoe to land.

They set Alan on the shore and worshipped him.