The great shining day was going, and, although it was midsummer, a cold wind was herald of the coming twilight.

He shivered again, and looked at the long shadows falling in the defile.
"Tayoga," he said, "that uncanny talk of yours has affected me, but I believe you've just made it all up.

No wolves are coming to attack us." "Dagaeoga does not believe anything of the kind.

He believes, instead, what I have told him.

His voice and his manner show it.