On seeing me the child uttered a cry, and lifted a staff like that borne by my guide, as if in menace.

At a word from the elder he dropped it.

The two then conversed for some moments, examining me while they spoke.

The child touched my garments, and stroked my face with evident curiosity, uttering a sound like a laugh, but with an hilarity more subdued that the mirth of our laughter.

Presently the roof of the hall opened, and a platform descended, seemingly constructed on the same principle as the 'lifts' used in hotels and warehouses for mounting from one story to another.
The stranger placed himself and the child on the platform, and motioned to me to do the same, which I did.