Jackson Gregory

“ Into the eyes of the old man and the two attendant maidens came a quick look of horror; into the eyes of the other man a look of black anger.
The girl, seeing what Northrup saw, lifted her head a little higher, her eyes grown brighter, suddenly hard as rock. The gesture again and Northrup knew that it had something to do with him. For the feather-tipped willow-rod was pointed toward him, then out across the ledge where the others had gone, then to the young man before her.
The old man seemed upon the verge of speaking. But, still with locked lips, he shook his head vigorously. ”

“ If before she had taken upon herself a seeming of queenliness, now she was like an angry goddess. A moment ago one could not have looked into the limpid, laughing pools which were her eyes and have imagined that they could change so. ”

“ And now, awakening a keener interest in him, came the knowledge that, for the moment at least, it was the girl to whom all eyes were turned with reverence and obedience.
She lifted the rod in her hand, a baho, or prayer-stick, no doubt, and once more the silent circle was described, the old man leading, the young fellow with the wonderful physique following, the others taking their places behind him. ”