"I don't know that, either. I used to hear of him when I was in British Columbia."
"But surely you must know if he is the same—she must have told you how he looked—others must have told you—"
Gale shook his head. "Very little. I could not ask her, and others knew him so well they never doubted that I had seen him; but this much I do know, he was dark—"
"This man is dark—"
"—and his spirit was like that of a mad horse—"
"This man's temper is black—"
"—and his eyes were cruel."
"This man has evil eyes."
"He lacked five years of my age," said the trader.
"This man is forty years old. It must be he," said the squaw.