“Dearest, I promise solemnly. Yet — I think — if your mother lives — she may be here in Catharines-town tonight. This is the Dream Feast, Lois. I and my Indians believe that she has bought her life of Amochol by dreaming for them. And if this be true, and she has indeed become their Prophetess and Interpreter of Dreams, then this night she will be surely here to read their dreams for them,”

“Will we see her before you begin the attack?”

“Little Lois, how can I tell you such things? We are to creep up close to the central fire — as close as we dare.”

“Will there be crowds of people there?”

“Many people.”