"Oh, I hope he won't bring a storm," said Jean. "We had storm enough yesterday to last for awhile. How does Debil-debil make lightning?"
"Don't know," said Kadok. "Old chief say he not make. Say Great Baiame make. He want to smoke big pipe up in sky, strike match to light pipe, throw match down to earth, while smoke—match make lightning."
"If we are going to have another storm I am going to bring water from the spring while I can go out of the cave." She was getting very tired of sitting still.
"Kadok not like little Missa to run round by herself," said Kadok, but Jean said wilfully,
"I must go by myself if there is no one to go with me, mustn't I? We've got to have water," and she picked up the billy and started for the spring.
It was cool and pleasant in the woods. She filled her billy and stopped to gather a handful of leaves which grew near-by and looked shiny and pretty, then went back to Kadok.
"You see nothing happens to me," she said.
"You go once too often. You not good little Missa. You not mind Kadok," he grumbled.
"I will be good, but really I can't sit still all day," she said. "See what pretty leaves."