The head of the monkey rested peacefully on one of the black and yellow coils, for death had come upon it swiftly.
"What do you look at ?" asked Muata, bending forward.
"Shall I shoot?
"So," muttered the chief.

"It is the silent hunter.

Let him be; let him be, and pass on.

No other looks at man as he looks.

It is his kill; pass on." They passed on, leaving the "silent hunter" with the monkey, that looked as if he slept, and silent and motionless he remained as each one paused to glance down, his dull, unwinking yellow eyes showing like coloured glass in the lifted head.
"Look well," said Muata, warningly; "where there is one, there will be another near.