coming to me out of the Northland! I have read the message on the belt you bore and wear; your voice has not lied to my ears; your message is clear as running springs to my eyes. I can see through to their pleasant depths. No snake lies hidden under them. So now — now, I say — if my brother’s sight is dimmed on the trail to Catharines-town, Mayaro will teach him how to see under the night-sun as owls see, so that behind us, the steps of many men shall not stumble, and the darkness of the Long House shall become redder than dawn, lighted by the flames of a thousand rifles!

“Brother! A Sagamore never lies. I have drawn my brother’s knife! Brother, I have spoken!”

And so it was done in that house and in the dark of dawn. Boyd silently gave him his hands,