"You know it is in the tree!" he cried.

"You know my soul is kept there! Why, Ula, who told you that?
and you a woman! Bad medicine indeed! Some man has been blabbing what he learned in the mysteries.

If this should reach the ears of the King of the Rain--" he paused mysteriously.
"What?
What ?" Ula cried, seizing his hand in hers, and pressing it hard to her bosom in her anxiety and eagerness.

"Tell me the secret! Tell me!" With a sudden sharp howl of darting pain, Tu-Kila-Kila withdrew his hand.
She had squeezed the finger the parrot had bitten, and blood began once more to flow from it freely.
A wild impulse of revenge came over the savage.

He caught her by the neck with his other hand, pressed her throat hard, till she was black in the face, kicked her several times with ferocious rage, and then flung her away from him to the other side of the hut with a fierce and untranslatable native imprecation.
Ula, shaken and hurt, darted away toward the door, with a face of abject terror.