you have doubts still, watch and follow, and see what footprints
she leaves."

Galled by Sweyn's evident contempt Christian turned abruptly to
the door. Sweyn caught him back.

"What now, Christian? What are you going to do?"

"You do not believe me; my mother shall."

Sweyn's grasp tightened. "You shall not tell her," he said
authoritatively.

Customarily Christian was so docile to his brother's mastery that
it was now a surprising thing when he wrenched himself free
vigorously, and said as determinedly as Sweyn, "She shall know!"
but Sweyn was nearer the door and would not let him pass.

"There has been scare enough for one night already. If this notion
of yours will keep, broach it to-morrow." Christian would not
yield.

"Women are so easily scared," pursued Sweyn, "and are ready to
believe any folly without shadow of proof. Be a man, Christian,
and fight this notion of a Were-Wolf by yourself."

"If you would believe me," began Christian.

"I believe you to be a fool," said Sweyn, losing patience.
"Another, who was not your brother, might believe you to be a