"A half-breed with peculiar eyes," muttered the priest, and then with conviction, "It's Caleb Thompson"; and he started towards the shack indicated by Mary at such a pace that she was forced to half run to keep up with him.
"Caleb Thompson," he repeated to himself, and then aloud, "I know what he's been up to: Mary Elizabeth's son is sick. He's been making medicine. I'm not going to stand for him corrupting my children by his sorcery; no, indeed!"
Without the ceremony of knocking, the big man burst into the house, with Mary at his heels. Once inside he stopped still and sniffed the air like a bird-dog on the scent, as if seeking some peculiar odour in the many that pervaded the gloomy interior.
Thin partitions divided the dwelling into several rooms. It was an untidy place, almost b
