They were turning aside to gather sticks when Pilla suddenly caught at his brother's arm. He happened to seize a bruised part, and Inda was justly annoyed.
"Take care, blockhead!" he said, shaking him off roughly. "I ache all over—is it not enough for you?"
Pilla took no notice. He was staring at the skinned body of Kuperee, with eyes that were almost starting from his head.
"Look!" he gasped. "Look! He moves!"
Inda leaped to one side.
"Moves!" he uttered. "Are you mad?"
"I saw his side move," Pilla repeated. "See—there it is again!"
Something bulged under the stripped skin of the monster. The brothers leaped backward.
"But he is certainly dead," gasped Inda. "Have we not skinned him? Can a skinned animal move—even if he be Kuperee?"
"Let us leave him and go home," muttered Pilla. "He is very bad Magic."