nd partly with a square of sail-cloth, which had been given him by a Basque fisherman in exchange for six beaver skins. The walls of the unusual lodge were of turf an

for had he not acquired them at risk of sudden ex

o his own hunting-grounds, he had planned a huge revenge. At once all his skill and bravery had been turned to less open ways than those of the lover and warrior. In little more than a year's time he had driven the tribes to a lasting and bitter war. Even now as he sat bef

ght Montaw a string of fine trout, in payment for a spear-head. For

fingers wide, and to this I bind a long and heavy shaft. Such an arrow wil

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of a faint call from the wooded hills behind. He did not turn his head or change his positi

a woman," he said,

like stalking shadows, stood the little islands of the headlands. The last of the light died out like

faggots. Then he took in his hand another of his Eastern prizes-a broad-bladed knife-and started across the tumbled rocks toward the edge of the wood. Though old, he was still strong and tough of limb and co

Here he drew into the shadow of a clump of firs. He lay close, and breathed heavily. By this time the moon had cleared the knolls. Its thin radiance flooded the wildernes

ddy. It dropped on hands and knees and crawled to the black and unstable lip of the tide. Again the cry rang abroad, thin and high above the complaining tumult of the current. The watcher left his hiding-place and waded the stream. At the edge of th

ispered, "pluck

d death, but it was half a lifetime since he ha

f it eats into my spirit. It sprang to me from a little wood, bitte

eely. He trembled at the hot touch of it across his fingers. He had dwelt so long in the quiet of his craft. Then the barbed blade came away from the wound,

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er shoulder with his belt of dressed leather. Then, lifting her ten