_We_ drew the pictures at which you looked.

Also here there is none." "Oh!" I said, "the old trick of suggestion; just what I imagined.

Then there's an end of that, and as the others will think that we are dead and we cannot communicate with them, we have no hope except in ourselves." "Or the Child," suggested Marut gently.
"Look here!" I said with irritation.

"After you have just told me that your smoke vision was a mere conjurer's trick, how do you expect me to believe in your blessed Child?
Who is the Child?
What is the Child, and--this is more important--what can it do?
As your throat is going to be cut shortly you may as well tell me the truth." "Lord Macumazana, I will.

Who and what the Child is I cannot say because I do not know.