"We must steal our friend out of the hands of his enemies.

Neither do I know how to do it, but perhaps Tododaho will tell me.

See, there is his star!" He pointed to a great star dancing in the sky, a star with a light mist across its face, which he knew to be the wise snakes that lay coil on coil in the hair of the Onondaga sage who had gone away four hundred years ago to his place in the heavens, and prayed for a thought, a happy thought that would tell him the way.

In a moment, his mind was in a state of high spiritual exaltation.

An electric current seemed to pass from the remote star to him.