The eyes of Tu-Kila-Kila, peering silent from just beyond the line, saw them watching all the time, but gave no sign or token of disapproval.

With heads bent low, and tangled hair about their faces, they stood like statues, watching, watching sullenly.

Were they only waiting till he moved, Felix wondered; and would they then hasten off by short routes through the jungle to warn their master of the impending conflict?
At last the hour came when Felix felt sure there was the greatest chance of Tu-Kila-Kila sleeping soundly in his hut, and forgetting the defence of the sacred bough on the holy banyan-tree.

He rose from his seat with a gesture for silence, and moved forward to Muriel.

The poor girl flung herself, all tears, into his arms.