He brushed by Hooniah, and the circle instinctively gave way for him to pass.  Sime flung a jeer from the top of the canoe, the women snickered in his face, cries of derision rose in his wake, but he took no notice, pressing onward to the house of Scundoo.  He hammered on the door, beat it with his fists, and howled vile imprecations.  Yet there was no response, save that in the lulls Scundoo’s voice rose eerily in incantation.  Klok-No-Ton raged about like a madman, but when he attempted to break in the door with a huge stone, murmurs arose from the men and women.  And he, Klok-No-Ton, knew that he stood shorn of his strength and authority before an alien people.  He saw a man stoop for a stone, and a second, and a bodily fear ran through him.

“Harm not Scundoo, who is a master!” a woman cried out.

“Better you return to your own village,” a man advised menacingly.

Klok-No-Ton turned on his heel and went down among them to the beach, a bitter rage at his heart, and in his head a just apprehension for his defenceless back.  But no stones were cast.  The children swarmed mockingly about his feet, and the air was wild with laughter and derision, but that was all.  Yet he did not breathe freely until the canoe was well out upon the water, when he rose up and laid a futile curse upon the village and its people, not forgetting to particularly specify Scundoo who had made a mock of him.

Ashore there was a clamor for Scundoo, and the whole population crowded his door, entreating and imploring in confused babel till he came forth and raised his hand.

“In that ye are my children I pardon freely,” he said.  “But never again.  For the last time thy foolishness goes unpunished.  That which ye wish shall be granted, and it be already known to me.  This night, when the moon has gone behind the world to look upon the mighty dead, let all the people gather in the blackness before the house of Hooniah.  Then shall the evil-doer stand forth and take his merited reward.  I have spoken.”

“It shall be death!” Bawn vociferated, “for that it hath brought worry upon us, and shame.”

“So be it,” Scundoo replied, and shut his door.

“Now shall all be made clear and plain, and content rest upon us once again,” La-lah declaimed oracularly.

“Because of Scundoo, the little man,” Sime sneered.

“Because of the medicine of Scundoo, the little man,” La-lah corrected.

“Children of foolishness, these Thlinket people!” Sime smote his thigh a resounding blow.  “It passeth understanding that grown women and strong men should get down in the dirt to dream-things and wonder tales.”

“I am a travelled man,” La-lah answered.  “I have journeyed on the deep seas and seen signs and wonders, and I know that these things be so.  I am La-lah—­”

“The Cheater—­”

“So called, but the Far-Journeyer right-named.”

“I am not so great a traveller—­” Sime began.