The rite is practiced only by the red sorcerers of the Senecas....

Look! It was because your 'neck' was 'white'! Look again! Here is the symbol of the Cat-People--the Eries--the acolytes of Amochol--here! This spread lynx-pad with every separate claw extended! Yet, it is drawn severed--in symbol of your escape.

Lois! Lois! It is plain enough.

I follow it all--almost all--nearly--but not quite----" I hesitated, studying the bark intently, pausing to look at her with a new and keenly searching question in my gaze.
"You have not shown me all," I said.
"All that is written in the Iroquois tongue.

But there were other things in the packet with this bark letter." She opened it again upon her lap.
"Here is a soldier's belt-buckle," she said, offering it to me for my inspection.
It was made of silver and there were still traces of French gilt upon the device.
"Regiment de la Reine," I read.