When, the next morning, he crawled out of his lair he saw a man strangely clad in black, with a shiny corded hat on his head and an apron hanging from his middle to his knees, gazing up into his palm tree and down into his kitchen. The man in black saw him and, in the language of Tittiker, said:
“Alas, my poor brother!”
“Are you my brother?” asked George.
The man in black stepped back in amazement.
“You speak Fattish?” he cried.
“I have had no one to speak to for many years,” replied George; “but my father spoke as you do.”
“Let us pray,” said the man in black, kneeling down on the sands.
“Pray? What is that?”
“To God. Surely you are acquainted with the nature of God?”
The word occurred in Tittiker.