"If that at which he aimed is unharmed, it is because it cannot be hit." "O-ho-o!" laughed Zikali, "the White Man who does not know the taste of his own love's lips, says that he has fired at that which cannot be hit.

Let him try again.

No, let him choose another target.

The Spirit is the Spirit, but he who summoned her may still be a cheat.

There is another bullet in your little gun, White Man; see if it can pierce the heart of Zikali, that the King and Council may learn whether he be a true prophet, the greatest of all the prophets that ever was, or whether he be but a common cheat." Now a sudden rage filled me against this old rascal.