letters in Faust's book of conjurations."

"Wait," I said. "You need not tell me more, you must not--now; not until
there is any danger. Keep your secret. If the woman--if THAT woman--
ever places you in danger, then tell me all. But keep it to yourself
now. And don't fret because you have had dreams."

"Well, as you wish," he replied after a long time. As he sat in silence,
I smoking hard, and he buried in thought, I heard the laughter of people
some distance below us in the hills. I guessed it to be some tourists
from the summer hotel. The voices came nearer.

A singular thought occurred to me. I looked at Roscoe. I saw that he
was brooding, and was not noticing the voices, which presently died away.
This was a relief to me. We were then silent again.




CHAPTER XII

THE WHIRLIGIG OF TIME

Next day we had a picnic on the Whi-Whi River, which, rising in the far
north, comes in varied moods to join the Long Cloud River at Viking.

[Dr. Marmion, in a note of his MSS., says that he has purposely
changed the names of the rivers and towns mentioned in the second
part of the book, because he does not wish the locale to be too
definite.]