He stretched out his arm toward her, menacingly:
"Yet they shall both be strangled here upon this stone!" he said. "Look, Witch! Can you not see them lying there together? I have dreamed it."
She silently pointed at the two dead dogs.
"Look again!" he cried in a loud voice. "What do you see?"
She made no reply.
"Answer!" he said sharply.
"I have looked. And I see only the eternal wampum lying at my feet—lacking a single belt."
With a furious gesture the Red Priest turned and stared at the dancing girls who raised their bare arms, crying:
"We have dreamed, O Amochol! Let your Sorceress explain our dreams to us!"
And one after another, as their turns came, they leaped up from the ground and sprang forward. The first, a tawny, slender, mocking thing, flung wide her arms.