He thought that the Willow would never turn her face toward him after that.

For a long time she stood looking in the direction which Pierrot had taken.

And when after a time she turned and came back to Baree, she did not look like the Nepeese who had been twining flowers in her hair.
The laughter was gone from her face and eyes.

She knelt down beside him and with sudden fierceness she cried: "It is pechipoo, Baree! It was you--you--who put the poison in his blood.

And I hope he dies! For I am afraid--afraid!" She shivered.
Perhaps it was in this moment that the Great Spirit of things meant Baree to understand--that at last it was given him to comprehend that his day had dawned, that the rising and the setting of his sun no longer existed in the sky but in this girl whose hand rested on his head.