Withdrawing it again presently he cast it aside and pointed to the picture which was now quite changed.

Indeed, in the moonlight, it looked more like a landscape than anything else.
"All is clear, my father," he said in a matter-of-fact voice.

"The white wanderer, Dogeetah, is not dead.

He lives, but he is sick.

Something is the matter with one of his legs so that he cannot walk.