Quicker than thought I swung myself down from the platform, and, encircling Bulger with my left arm, made my way back again.
The good dog was delighted to be with me again, although he was trembling like an aspen leaf at the distant sound of the winds.
He well knew what was coming.
But look! The sunlight is gone!
The very air seems affrighted.
A terrifying tremor of the ground beneath us causes the soles of our feet to tingle and prickle.
“Tôô-tôô-lō! Tôô-tôô-lō!”
It was Rōlâ-Bōlâ calling her lover away from the impending death with which the storm-cloud was fraught.
He was busy with one dearer to him than the weeping princess of the Roundbodies.
Happily the platform had been constructed by lashing together the uprights and flooring by means of hempen cords. To loosen one of these and bind Bulger and myself securely to the wooden structure was the work of a moment.