I see
their innermost hearts.'

"The medicine man never looked so old as at that moment; so hopelessly
old, so wrinkled, so palsied: he was no mate for Yaada. Ulka never
looked so god-like in his young beauty, so gloriously young, so
courageous. The girl, looking at him, loved him--almost was she
placing her hand in his, but the spirit of her forefathers halted her.
She had spoken the word--she must abide by it. 'Throw!' she commanded.

"Into his shrivelled fingers the great medicine man took a small, round
stone, chanting strange words of magic all the while; his greedy eyes
were on the girl, his greedy thoughts about her.

"Into his strong, young fingers Ulka took a smooth, flat stone; his
handsome eyes were lowered in boyish modesty, his thoughts were
worshipping her. The great medicine man cast his missile first; it
swept through the air like a shaft of lightning, striking the great
rock with a force that shattered it. At the touch of that stone the
'Grey Archway' opened and has remained opened to this day.

"'Oh, wonderful power and magic!' clamored the entire tribe. 'The very
rocks do his bidding.'

"But Yaada stood with eyes that burned in agony. Ulka could never
command such magic--she knew it. But at her side Ulka was standing
erect, tall, slender and beautiful, but just as he cast his missile the
evil voice of the old medicine man began a still more evil incantation.
He fixed his poisonous eyes on the younger man, eyes with hideous magic
in their depths--ill-omened and enchanted with 'bad medicine.' The
stone left Ulka's fingers; for a second it flew forth in a straight
line, then as the evil voice of the old man grew louder in its
incantations the stone curved. Magic had waylaid the strong arm of the
young brave. The stone poised an instant above the forehead of Yaada's
mother, then dropped with the weight of many mountains, and the last
long sleep fell upon her.

"'Slayer of my mother!' stormed the girl, her suffering eyes fixed upon
the medicine man. 'Oh, I now see your black heart through your black
magic. Through, good magic you cut the 'Great Archway,' but your evil
magic you used upon young Ulka. I saw your wicked eyes upon him; I
heard your wicked incantations; I know your wicked heart. You used
your heartless magic in hope of winning me--in hope of making him an
outcast of the tribe. You cared not for my sorrowing heart, my
motherless life to come.' Then, turning to the tribe,