“I am that contented to see you! Are you not amazed to see me here?” she insisted, mischievously amused at his unaltered features.

The Sagamore said smilingly:

“When she wills it, who can follow the Rosy-throated Pigeon in her swift flight? Not the Enchantress in the moon. Tharon alone, O Rosy-throated One!”

“The wild pigeon has outwitted you all, has she not, Mayaro, my friend?”

“Nakwah! Let my brother Loskiel deny it, then. I, a Sagamore, know better than to deny a fire its ashes, or a wild pigeon its magic flight.”

Boyd now spoke to the Mohican, who returned his greeting courteously, but very gravely. I then made the Mohican known to