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started across the reef, slipping, sliding on the wet
rocks, wading, swimming where he could not wade.
Before he was half-way across, the Foolish One had
reached the Crab Rock and disappeared.

When Teka reached the foot of the huge rock, he
was cold and wet and covered with bruises, but he was
determined to follow old Shim to the top of the rock
where he felt sure Kilko was hidden. As he stood
there, listening to the clamor of the disturbed gulls,
he thought he saw a trail leading upward and around
the rock. Running forward, he found Shim’s wet foot-
print which showed plainly in the moonlight. A mo-
ment later he was climbing boldly upward, following
the faint, zigzag trail.

Just before he reached the top, he heard a sound
that made him stop and cling to the ledge in sudden
fright. It was a cry, shrill, terrible—the cry of some
one in great pain or terror. Then followed the tum,
tum, tum of old Shim’s drum.

“Tt is Kilko!” Teka thought. “It is Kilko, scream-
ing with pain! That is Shim’s drum. He is singing,
too. I can hear him even above the cries of the gulls.
He must be torturing Kilko! I cannot let him do that,
much as I would like to see Kilko punished. I cannot
let him harm the son of the great chief who has been
so kind to me. I must do something to stop the Foolish
One.”

A few moments later Teka reached the jagged top
of the rock and peeped over. Down below, on the flat