* "Nene-nea-wen-ne, Lois!" I whispered passionately.
[* "This thing shall happen, Lois!">[
* "Nen-ya-wen-ne, O Loskiel! Teni-non-wes."
[* "It shall happen, O Loskiel! We love, thou and I.">[
We stood yet a while together there, and I saw her lift her eyes and gaze straight ahead of us beyond our picket line, and remain so, gazing as though her regard could penetrate those dim and silent forest aisles to the red altar far beyond in unseen Catharines-town.
"When must you go?" she asked under her breath.
"The army is making ready today."
"To march into the Indian country?"
I nodded.
"When does it march?"