Agno hated him--he knew that; but also he gleaned the knowledge that Agno feared him and would not dare to hurt him.

But Agno was a chill-blooded philosopher and bided his time, being different from Jerry in that he possessed human prevision and could adjust his actions to remote ends.
From the edge of the lagoon, into the waters of which, remembering the crocodile taboo he had learned on Meringe, he never ventured, Jerry ranged to the outlying bush villages of Bashti's domain.

All made way for him.

All fed him when he desired food.

For the taboo was upon him, and he might unchidden invade their sleeping-mats or food calabashes.