"I killed it."
"Didn't. 'Twas me."
"Well now, if you ask me, I should say you both killed it. How did you become such capital shots?"
But to tell that would have needed much talk, so they only stared up at him. He saw he must go slowly.
"Those are first-rate clubs. Did you make them?"
Nods from both.
"Do you know?"--he picked one up and examined it carefully--"these are exactly what the wild men used to make when they lived here a couple of thousand years ago and used to go about naked just as you do." They listened eagerly, with wide unwinking eyes, which asked for more. "They used to stain themselves all blue"--the idea so evidently commended itself to them that he hastened to add--"but you'd better not try that or you'll be killing yourselves. They used the juice of a plant which you can't get and it did them no harm. Can you swim?"
Both heads shook a reluctant negative.
"Can't? Oh, you ought to swim. You can fight, I know, and you are splendid shots--and good runners, I'll be bound. Why haven't you learnt to swim?"
"Won't let us."