his war chief again. I asked for the green stone, that I might show it to the Paspaheghs for a sign. He gave it, but he willed to come to Uttamussac with me.”

“I owe you my life,” I said, with my hand upon his. “I and Diccon” — What I would have said he put aside with a fine gesture. “Captain Percy is my friend. My brother loves him, and he was kind to Matoax when she was brought prisoner to Jamestown. I am glad that I could pull off this wolf.”

“Tell me one thing,” I asked. “Before you left Jamestown, had you heard aught of my wife or of my enemy?”

He shook his head. “At sunrise, the commander came to rouse my brother, crying out that you had broken gaol and were nowhere to be