“By a woman.”
“Did you observe her?”
“As closely as I ever observe any woman.”
“What was her appearance?”
“Ordinary men would describe her, I presume, as being young, graceful and attractive.”
“And you?”
“I would call her a plaything, as I would any other woman whose head did not touch my beard.”
“True,” said Umi, smiling as his fancy pictured a becoming mate for the giant; “you can know but little of women. But would you recognize the plaything who left this calabash, were you to see her again?”
The giant intimated that he would probably recognize her.
“Then seek among the women of the camp, and, if found, say to her for Umi that if she prizes the calabash he will return it to her, if she will claim it after the sun sets to-day and show that she is the rightful owner.”