for the last three days I have dreamed of it and awakened to hear it sounding in my ears, as though beside me some one stooped and whispered it.”

I pulled out our small map, which we had long since learned to distrust, yet even our General had no better one.

Here was marked the Chinisee Castle, near the confluence of Canaseraga Creek and the Chinisee River; and I showed the place to Boyd, who looked at it curiously.

Mayaro, however, shook his crested head:

“No, Loskiel,” he said. “The Chinisee Castle stands now on the western shore. The Great Town should stand here!” — placing his finger on an empty spot on the map. “And here, two miles above, is another town.”