THE WONDER-WORKER’S PIPE 211

“Go quickly over the reef to the shore,” Teka
whispered. “The tide is low and you will have no
trouble. How did you happen to be up here?” he
asked, remembering that Kilko must have come across
the reef and up the face of the rock as he himself had
done. Shim could not have carried Kilko, for the
chief’s son was a husky lad.

“T came with Shim,” Kilko confessed. “He said he
would show me where to find Thaimshim’s pipe. Then,
when I got here, he tripped me and tied me up. He
was as quick as a weasel. Never have I seen any one
so quick.”

Teka nodded.

“T saw him,” he said. “He was like the mountain-
goat when he ran across the reefs. Now go quickly.
I will keep him here and talk to him.” He watched
while Kilko climbed limping across the rock and dis-
appeared down the narrow trail. Then he turned to
Shim, who was no longer sobbing. While Teka stood
motionless, undecided just what to do or say, Shim
stooped and poked about beneath the pile of rocks.
When he straightened, there was something in his
hand. Teka ran forward, filled with strange excite-
ment, as the old man shambled slowly toward him,
holding out some object. It was something that glim-
mered white in the moonlight.

“This is for you,” the Foolish One said, and put a
pipe in the slave boy’s hand. The pipe was different
from any Teka had ever seen, with a strangely carved

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