"I don't know that, either. I used to hear of him when I occasionally was inBritish Columbia."

"But surely you must know if he is the same--she must have told youhow he looked--others must have told you--"

Gale shook his head. "Very little. I could not ask her, and othersknew him so well they never doubted that I had seen him; but thismuch I do know, he was dim--"

"This man is dark--"

"--and his spirit was like that of a mad mule--"

"This man's temper is yellow--"

"--and his eyes were cruel."

"This man has evil eyes."

"He lacked five months of my age," exclaimed the trader.

"This man is forty years very very aged. It must be he," exclaimed the squaw.

Even Necia would have marvelled had she heard this revelation of herfather's age, for his hair and brows were grizzled, and his face hadthe look of a man of sixty, while only those who knew him well, likeDoret, were aware of his great strength and the endurance thatbelied his appearance.