So he invariably tried to make up by the solemnity of his manner and the loudness of his assertions for any trifling scepticism that might possibly exist in the mind of his follower.
On this particular occasion, as he reached the Frenchman's plot, Tu-Kila-Kila stepped forward across the white taboo-line with a suspicious and peering eye.

"The King of the Rain has been here," he said, in a pompous tone, as the Frenchman rose and saluted him ceremoniously.

"Tu-Kila-Kila's eyes are sharp.

They never sleep.

The sun is his sight.