He turned to Aña, who was still standing by Hale, and his expression softened.
“What shall we do with him, Aña?” he asked the question, a fleeting look of hunger swept his fine, flashing eyes.
Aña flushed beautifully, and, moving closer to Hale, with an impulsive, almost childish gesture, slipped her arm through his.
“Let us take him to our village, Unani Assu!” she suggested. “I like him.”
It was Hale’s turn to flush, which he did like a schoolboy.
Unani Assu’s brows drew together in a scowl. The hand holding his blow-pipe jerked convulsively.
“Aña! Come away!” he growled. “You mustn’t touch a stranger!”
Aña’s blue eyes stretched with astonishment. “But I like to touch him, Unani Assu!”
The tall Indian, with a half comical gesture of despair, said: