The Indian, pinioning the wrists of his captive with his own hand of steel, dragged him with us into this circle of light.
"Looking for simples once more, learned doctor ?" I demanded.
He mowed and jabbered, twisting this way and that in the grasp of the Indian.
"Loose him," I said to the latter, "but let him not come too near you.
Why, worthy doctor, in so wild and threatening a night, when fire is burning and wine flowing at the guest house, do you choose to crouch here in the cold and darkness ?" He looked at me with his filmy eyes, and that faint smile that had more of menace in it than a panther's snarl.

"I laid in wait for you, it is true, noble sir," he said in his thin, dreamy voice, "but it was for your good.

I would give you warning, sir." He stood with his mean figure bent cringingly forward, and with his hat in his hand.

"A warning, sir," he went ramblingly on.

"Maybe a certain one has made me his enemy.