“I told him but now — and for the first time.”

“You told him everything?”

“Yes — concerning my first finding — and the messages that came every year with the moccasins.”

“And did you show him the Indian writing also?”

“Yes.”

“What did he say?”

“Nothing. But there flashed up suddenly in his eyes a reddish light that frightened me, and his face became so hideous and terrible that I could have cried out. But I contrived to maintain my composure, and I said: ‘What do you make of it, O Sagamore?’ And he spat out a word I did not clearly understand —