"No," replied the child. "Why should I be? I've done no harm."
"Do you call coming here no harm?" All the time he never stopped still a second, but kept gloomily mooning about, his profile with its protruding nose and chin in sharp outline always turned towards her.
"I've come to—to fetch—" stammered Monica, chilled by her reception.
"You're a trespasser! You're evidently a poacher, too," he added, glancing angrily at the bandbox. "Begone!"
"But, please sir, do tell me——"
With a warning gesture the Man slowly raised his arm till its cloud-like drapery hid his face, and he disappeared.
"Dear me! I don't like him a little bit!" murmured Monica, staring vacantly about, and found that where he had stood there was a big board on which in big letters was inscribed—
Trespassers will be Moonstruck.
By Order.
At the sight of it Monica quickly took refuge in the smallest of the caves.