believing his own speech. I that was older, and had more knowledge of men and the masks that they wear, was but half deceived. My belief in the hatred of the dark Emperor was not shaken, and I looked yet to find the drop of poison within this honey flower. How poisoned was that bloom God knows I could not guess!

“When you were missed, three suns ago,” Nantauquas went on, “I and my brother tracked you to the hut beside the forest, where we found only the dead panther. There we struck the trail of the Paspaheghs; but presently we came to running water, and the trail was gone.”

“We walked up the bed of the stream for half the night,” I said.

The Indian nodded. “I know. My brother went back to Jamestown for men and