The savage was alive in the giant.
"Speak.

Tell all," Druse said, with hands clenching.
Swiftly the young man told all he had seen, and described how he had run all the way--four miles--from Carillon, arriving before Fleda and her Indian escort.
He had hardly finished his tale, shrinking, as he told it, from the fierceness of his chief, when a voice called from the direction of the house.
"Father--father," it cried.
A change passed over the old man's face.

It cleared as the face of the sun clears when a cloud drives past and is gone.

The transformation was startling.

Without further glance at his companion, he moved swiftly towards the house.