and his Erie sorcerers! How came you in Catharines-town?”

“I? In Catharines-town!” she faltered. “Was I, then, ever there?”

I pointed at the drawing of the dead white dog.

“Somebody saved you from that hellish sacrifice. I tell you it is plain enough to read. The rite is practiced only by the red sorcerers of the Senecas� . Look! It was because your ‘neck’ was ‘white’! Look again! Here is the symbol of the Cat-People — the Eries — the acolytes of Amochol — here! This spread lynx-pad with every separate claw extended! Yet, it is drawn severed — in symbol of your escape. Lois! Lois! It is plain enough. I follow it all — almost all — nearly — but not quite —