“Were you two alone together?”
“Yes, for a day and a night.”
“And you did not kill him?”
“No. Shoz-Dijiji does not kill anyone that you love.”
“Oh, Shoz-Dijiji,” exclaimed the girl, “I can’t tell you how much I appreciate that; but really you are mistaken in thinking that I love Lieutenant King.”
“All right, next time I kill him.”
“No, oh, no, you mustn’t do that.”
“Why not? He is on the war-trail against me. He kill me all right, if he get the chance. If you no love him, I kill him.”
“But he is my friend, my very good friend,” insisted the girl. “He is your friend, too, Shoz-Dijiji. If I ask you not to kill him will you promise me that you won’t?”
“Shoz-Dijiji promise you he no try to kill King. Mebbe so, in battle, Shoz-Dijiji have to kill him. That he cannot help.”