106 THE BIG CANOE Swiftly he unwrapped the pipes and put the ivory mouthpiece to his lips, watching with beating heart while the enemy hesitated upon the sandy beach be- low and sent out scouts to search for the path that led to the village. “Dagal can run like a deer,” Kagan thought, grate- ful at this slight delay due to the fog. “She will soon be at the village.” But the path was quickly dis- covered and the enemy hurried forward. Then suddenly they stood motionless, for Kagan had begun to play softly. His music was like the wind in the forest at dawn, whispering in the cedars, rus- tling all the leaves in the forest, moaning, sighing through the silence. “I must not frighten them too much or they will go back to their canoes before my people arrive,” Kagan decided wisely, and he let the sweet notes die away. There followed a long silence broken only by the shlip, splash of the breakers far out in the fog. A gull drew near again, screaming shrilly. The enemy quickly gathered in a group and Kagan could see them huddled there, talking excitedly. It was plain to be seen that they were puzzled by the sighing, moaning wind noise. Wind on a calm, foggy morning, sighing and moaning in the forest when there was no wind! It was an evil omen. In their excitement their voices rose and Kagan could hear what they were say- ing, for they were Haidas of an enemy tribe. Somé