"There is evil in the wind."
"There is no wind stirring."
"A witch-wind came slyly while you slept. Did you not dream, Loskiel?" In spite of me I shivered again.
"That is foolishness," said I. "The Wyandotte's silly talk has made us wakeful. Our sentinels watch. Sleep, Mayaro."
"Have you need of sleep, Loskiel?"
"I? No. Sleep you, then, and I will sit awake if it reassures you."
The Sagamore set his mouth close to my ear:
"The Wyandotte is not posted where you placed him."
"What? How do you know?"
"I went out to see. He sits on a rock close to the water."