The old man repeated his words to the people behind him in a louder voice. Stolidly they shook their heads, moving not an inch. The old man turned back to the Doctor.
"You are the chosen one," said he. "They will have none but you."
Into the Doctor's perplexed face suddenly there came a flash of hope.
"I'll go and see Long Arrow," he whispered to me. "Perhaps he will know of some way to get me out of this."
And asking the personages to excuse him a moment, he left them there, standing at his door, and hurried off in the direction of Long Arrow's house. I followed him.
We found our big friend lying on a grass bed outside his home, where he had been moved that he might witness the holiday-making.
"Long Arrow," said the Doctor speaking quickly in eagle tongue so that the bystanders should not overhear, "in dire peril I come to you for help. These men would make me their king. If such a thing befall me, all the great work I hoped to do must go undone, for who is there unfreer than a king? I pray you speak with them and persuade their kind well-meaning hearts that what they plan to do would be unwise."
Long Arrow raised himself upon his elbow.
"Oh Kindly One," said he (this seemed now to
