"Don't must talk like that.
If Tu-Kila-Kila hear, him scorch us up to ashes.

Him very great god! Him good! Him powerful!" "How can he be good if he does such awful things ?" Muriel exclaimed, energetically.
Mali peered around her once more with terrified eyes in the same uneasy way.

"Take care," she said again.

"Him god! Him powerful! Him can do no wrong.

Him King of the Trees! Him King of Heaven! On Boupari island, Methodist god not much; no god so great like Tu-Kila-Kila." "But a _man_ can't be a god!" Muriel exclaimed, contemptuously.