"H'm!" said he in the deep sleep. "That you, Rain?"
"Why didn't you come, eh, Stupid?"
"I daresn't leave my body. Mother might come. She'd miss me."
"Kyai-yo!" she cried. "Her love would find you, Storm, if you were hid in the Shadows of the Sandhills."
She looked about her. "See that man?" she asked, pointing to Silas, the American. "He makes bad medicine against you, Storm. Keep your temper with him."
"I hate him."
"Love him," she answered, "and he is harmless. Hate him, and his hate is stronger than yours. He'll ruin you."
"How can I love him?"
"First pity him. He's lonely. He has no friends. His medicine is bad. The love of a friend could save him from sinking, drowning in seas of Hate. Now come to Dreamland."
"Dreamland!" he answered; and the two of them were walking through the Fairy Glen, with the squirrels running in front to say that they were coming.