Timepassed，andwesawnomoreofhim。Theseasonofthefullmooncameround，whenamanthinksshametoliesleeping；andI
continueduntillate-perhapstilltwelveoroneinthemorning-
towalkonthebrightsandandinthetossingshadowofthepalms。
Iplayed，asIwandered，onaflageolet，whichoccupiedmuchofmyattention；thefansoverheadrattledinthewindwithametallicchatter；andabarefootfallsatanyratealmostnoiselessonthatshiftingsoil。YetwhenIgotbacktoEquatorTown，whereallthelightswereout，andmywifewhowasstillawake，andhadbeenlookingforthaskedmewhoitwasthatfollowedme，Ithoughtshespokeinjest。’Notatall，’shesaid。’Isawhimtwiceasyoupassed，walkingcloseatyourheels。Heonlyleftyouatthecornerofthemaniap’；hemustbestillbehindthecook-house。’
ThitherIran-likeafool，withoutanyweapon-andcamefacetofacewiththecook。Hewaswithinmytapu-line，whichwasdeathinitself；hecouldhavenobusinessthereatsuchanhourbuteithertostealortokill；guiltmadehimtimorous；andheturnedandfledbeforemeinthenightinsilence。AshewentIkickedhiminthatplacewherehonourlies，andhegavetonguefaintlylikeaninjuredmouse。AtthemomentIdaresayhesupposeditwasadeadlyinstrumentthattouchedhim。