The gray wolf crouched at her feet suddenly snarled, and the hair on his back arose in wrath.
White Doe looked up, and there at a distance of a hundred feet stood a man—a pale faced man.
He saw the wolf, and stood stock-still. White Doe looked at the man, and suddenly her heart beat fast. She felt the color mounting to her face. She drew her long, yellow hair over her neck and her buckskin dress up at the shoulder. The man motioned for her to come to him. Evidently he saw the wolf and dare not go forward. She arose, pacified the wolf, and slipped forward.
The man had a dark beard, but his complexion told her that they were of the same race.
He spoke to her in English.
She had never before heard a word of the language spoken.
In amazement she listened, and then shook her head.
The man now resorted to the sign language; he made the motions of paddling a canoe, and pointed toward the sea. And then she knew that he had come from far across the sea in a ship.
He took from one of his pockets a chain of gold; and attached to this chain was a little gold locket.