At that instant there came distinctly through the wood a faint, trilling sound.
Her face paled a little, and the words died upon her lips.

Ingolby, having turned his head as though to listen, did not see the change in her face, and she quickly regained her self-control.
"I heard that sound before," he said, "and I thought from your look you heard it, too.

It's funny.

It is singing, isn't it ?" "Yes, it's singing," she answered.
"Who is it--some of the heathen from the Reservation ?" "Yes, some of the heathen," she answered.
"Has Tekewani got a lodge about here ?" "He had one here in the old days." "And his people go to it still-was that where you were going when I broke in on you ?" "Yes, I was going there.

I am a heathen, also, you know." "Well, I'll be a heathen, too, if you'll show me how; if you think I'd pass for one.