His eye fell upon the Mungana, who had also been destined to play a prominent part in that ceremony.

At once he saw that there was something wrong with the man.

A curious change had come over his emaciated face.

It was working like that of a maniac.

Foam appeared upon his dyed lips, his haunted eyes rolled, his thin hands gripped the side of the canoe and he began to sing, or rather howl like a dog baying at the stars.