poken evil of the policeman to Etzooah? He is ready to
answer. He asks this in friendship."

But it was all wasted on the Indian. He shrugged, and said with bland,
unrelenting gaze: "Etzooah not changed. Etzooah glad to see the
policeman come back."

When they had finished eating, Clare, guessing that Stonor could talk
more freely if she were out of hearing, strolled away to a little
distance and sat down to do some mending.

Stonor said to Etzooah through Mary: "I have bad news for you."

The Indian said: "You not find White Medicine Man?"

"He is dead."

Etzooah's jaw dropped. He stared at Stonor queerly. "What for you tell
me that?" he demanded.

The style of the question nonplussed Stonor for the moment. "Why do I
tell you? You said you were his friend."

Etzooah veiled his eyes. "So--he dead," he said stolidly. "I sorry for
that."

Now it was perfectly clear to Stonor that while the man's first
exclamation had been honest and involuntary, his later words were
calculated. There was no trace of sorrow in his tones. It was all very
puzzling.

"I think he must have been crazy," Stonor went on. "He shoved off in his
canoe, and let the current carry him down. Then he shot himself."

Etzooah still studied Stonor like a man searching for ulterior motives.
Clearly he did not believe what he was being told. "Why you think that?
The falls never tell."

"His body didn't go over the falls. It caught on a log-jam in the
rapids."

"I know that log-jam. How you know his body there?"

"I brought it ashore. Mary helped me."

Etzooah smiled in a superior way.

Stonor, exasperated, turned to Mary. "Make it clear to him that I am
telling the truth if it takes half-an-hour." He turned away and filled
his pipe.

Mary presumably found the means of convincing the doubter. Etzooah lost
his mask. His mouth dropped open; he stared at Stonor with wild eyes; a
yellowish tint crept into the ruddy copper of his skin. This agitation
was wholly disproportionate to what Mary was telling him. Stonor
wondered afresh. Etzooah stammered out a question.

Mary said in her impassive way: "Etzooah say how we know that was the
White Medicine Man's body?"

"Was there any other man there?" said Stonor.

When this was repeated to the Indian he clapped his hands to his head.
"Non! Non!" he muttered.

Stonor indicated Clare. "She said it was Imbrie's body. She was his
wife."

Etzooah stared stupidly at Clare.

Suddenly he started