The Hidden Children by Robert William Chambers Chapter 8 Page 10

this vile, sly Warlock Amochol!”

Truly there was no more for me to say. I dared not let him believe that his movements were either watched or under the slightest shadow of restraint. I knew it was useless to urge on him the desirability of inaction until the army moved. Be might perhaps have understood me and listened to me, were the warfare he was now engaged in only the red knight-errantry of an Indian seeking glory. But he had long since won his spurs.

And this feud with Amochol was something far more deadly than mere warfare; it was the clash of a Mohican Sagamore of the Sacred Clan with the dreadful and abhorred priesthood of the Senecas — the hatred and infuriated contempt of a noble and ordained priest for the black-magic of a sorcerer — orthodoxy, militant and