It was evident he expected an instant attack, and was prepared with all his might and main to resist aggression.

Yet he never offered to desert his post by the tree or to assume the offensive.

Clearly, he was guarding the sacred grove itself with jealous care, and was as eager for its safety as for his own life and honor.
Felix passed on, wondering what it all could mean, and turned with an inquiring glance to his trembling Shadow.

As for Toko, he had held his face averted meanwhile, lest he should behold the great god, and be scorched to a cinder; but in answer to Felix's mute inquiry he murmured low: "Was Tu-Kila-Kila there?
Were all things right?
Was he on guard at his post by the tree already ?" "Yes," Felix replied, with that weird sense of mystery creeping over him now more profoundly than ever.

"He was on guard by the tree and he looked at me angrily." "Ah," the Shadow remarked, with a sigh of regret, "he keeps watch well.
It will be hard work to assail him.