"See here, fellow," he said, in a low, slow tone, but with great decision, "if you dare to speak or look like that at that lady--god or no god, I'll drive this knife straight up to the handle in your heart, though your people kill me for it afterward ten thousand times over.

I am not afraid of you.

These savages may be afraid, and may think you are a god; but if you are, then I am a god ten thousand times stronger than you.

One more word--one more look like that, I say--and I plunge this knife remorselessly into you." Tu-Kila-Kila drew back, and smiled benignly.

Stalwart ruffian as he was, and absolute master of his own people's lives, he was yet afraid in a way of the strange new-comer.