I wish to confer in secret with this god, my brother.

When we gods talk together, it is not well that others should hear our converse.

Make a great Taboo.

I, Tu-Kila-Kila, myself have said it." Fire and Water, bowing low, backed down the path, beating tom-toms as they went, and left the savage and the Frenchman alone together.
As soon as they were gone, Tu-Kila-Kila laid aside his umbrella with a positive sigh of relief.

Now his fellow-countrymen were well out of the way, his manner altered in a trice, as if by magic.