Indeed Marama told me that notwithstanding the mysterious death of the sorcerers on the Rock of Offerings, there was still a strong party in the island who would be glad to do us a mischief if any further affront were offered to their hereditary god.
He questioned us also tentatively about the apparition, for such he conceived it to be, which had appeared upon the rock and killed the sorcerers, and I answered him as I thought wisest, telling him that a terrible Power was afoot in the land, which he would do well to obey.
"Yes," he said; "the God of the Mountain of whom the tradition has come down to us from our forefathers.

He is awake again; he sees, he hears and we are afraid.

Plead with him for us, O Friend-from-the-Sea." As he spoke we were passing through a little patch of thick bush.
Suddenly from out of this bush, I saw a lad appear.

He wore a mask upon his face, but from his shape could not have been more than thirteen or fourteen years of age.

In his hand was a wooden club.