The Indian woman made as if she would rise in anger and crossed herself. "O, Pani, tell the story. Why, it was night you always say. And so I ought to have some night-sight or knowledge. And you were feeling lonely and miserable, and why, how do you know it was not a windigo?" "Child! child! you set one crazy! It was flesh and blood, a squaw with a blanket about her and a great bundle in her arms.

Watkins would probably jump up, exclaiming aloud. He always did when awakened suddenly. Perhaps, after all, he could alarm the family before the man got in. Then, to his amazement, someone opened the window from the inside. By this time Buck had got his "night-sight."