if they and she had to compete in the tongues used by the
forest-folk, not to mention the running language of the water-voices and
the wind, I should have been greatly surprised if she had not left them
very far behind indeed! So, although she did not know a single word of
Dusty Star's Indian talk, she grasped the meaning of it at once, and
knew that he was being sorry with his mouth.

When she had licked as much as necessary, she looked pleasantly at Dusty
Star with every bit of her good-natured face. That her wound was better,
and that she was still ready for blueberries, was what she wanted him to
understand.

And Dusty Star fortunately remembered the spot on the barren where the
blueberries were on the point of being very nearly ripe. If Goshmeelee
had not passed that way, Dusty Star was delighted to think that
(although it was nothing in comparison with what she had done for him)
he could nevertheless put her in the way of filling with berries that
part of her which was wanting to be filled.

He grabbed her by the fur, and gave her a tug.

"You come with me, and _I'll_ show you!" he said.

And Goshmeelee went.

CHAPTER XXII

THE MOON WHEN THINGS WALK

By signs that were unmistakable, Dusty Star knew that a new, strange
restlessness had invaded Kiopo's bones. It was not that he watched the
forest borders with suspicion, as before, for an invisible foe. That
uneasiness might be there, but it seemed for the present to be swallowed
up in a deeper restlessness which preyed upon him day and night. After
Dusty Star's return from his Carboona excursion, Kiopo had regarded him
with a reproving eye. It was useless for Dusty Star to pretend that
nothing had happened. Kiopo never met the Lone Wolf; and Goshmeelee
bulging with berries did not blab. Nevertheless, Kiopo knew that the
Little Brother had taken the law into his own hand, and that trouble was
on the way.

Kiopo could not rest. The Fall had come, and, with the Fall, its
wandering impulses. An unquiet itch had got into the skin of things, and
into the heart of things a strange desire. Every wild creature felt it,
each in its own degree. The Cariboo were off on their vague journeyings
that took them half across the world. It was the moon when things
appeared and vanished; the moon when travelling voices came out of the
north, when a thin sleep covered the earth by day, and when things went
out walking at the falling of the night.

Kiopo also walked