“I wonder what he thinks of America,” she said, partly to herself.
The native missionary smiled, picked up the Yellow Devil, shook the figure, listening.
“There is something inside,” he said; “perhaps jewels. If you drilled a hole in him you could find out.”
The Reverend Mr. Carew nodded absently: 37
“Yes; it might be worth while,” he said.
“If there is a jewel,” repeated the missionary, “you had better take it, then cast away the figure. Erlik brings disaster to the land where his image is set up.”
The Reverend Mr. Carew smiled at his Chinese and Christian confrère’s ineradicable vein of superstition.