"Wobo! The great master killed a wobo!"
But Stas turned to the little maid, placed his hand on her head, as though he desired definitely to assure himself that the wobo had not carried her away, and then said:
"You see, Nell. You see that even if you are full-grown, you cannot walk alone through the jungle."
"True, Stas," answered Nell with a penitent mien, "but I can go with you or the King."
"Tell me how it was? Did you hear him draw near?"
"No— Only a golden fly flew out of those flowers. So I turned around after it and saw how he crept out of the ravine."
"And what then?"
"He stood still and began to look at me."
"Did he look long?"
"Long, Stas. Only when I dropped the flowers and guarded myself from him with my hands did he creep towards me."