[Olangtsi creeps forward and peers over Tikipu’s shoulder. At sight of the drawing he gives a start of astonishment and utters a cry of rage.
Olang. Oh!!!
[Tikipu jerks up his hands, drops his brush, and turns to find himself discovered; he attempts to conceal his drawing by reversing it upon his knees.
[Olangtsi takes Tikipu by the scruff and shakes him. Tikipu lets go the drawing.
Olang.
So, little thief, at last you have been caught!
What thief—what great thief in the night has taught
You to steal—like this?
Tiki.
Master, I have not stolen, that is not true!
Olang.