“He has done something to me.”
“Who? the Kalah-byoo?”
“I do not think he has hurt me, papa; but I can not—keep—away—no—oh, no!”
“What do you mean, Moung-Moung?”
“The sorcerer has done something to me—put his beautiful eye on me. I see it now.” And the boy’s own eyes glowed with a strange, startling brilliancy.
“’Mai, ’mai! what a boy! He is not a sorcerer, only a very provoking man. His eye—whish! It is nothing to my little Moung-Moung. I was only sporting. But we will have done with him; you shall go there no more——”
“If I can help it, papa!”
“Help it! Hear the foolish child! What strange fancies!”
“Papa!”
“What, my son?”