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though he ran for miles along the shores of the bay
and the river.

The next day Teka was silent and thoughtful. He
was sorry that he had not warned the chief; he wished
that he had told of the cruel trick that Kilko had
played upon the Foolish One. But it was now too late
for that. He must find Kilko instead. Great was the
chief, and kind to all his slaves. It was not right to
make him suffer.

That evening, when Shim left the encampment,
Teka followed him at a safe distance. Along the beach
he followed in the moonlight, past piles of driftwood,
past rocky headlands, past groups of men who were
searching for Kilko. No attention was paid to the
actions of the Foolish One, who only cackled when
questioned and went on his way. Shim was a creature
of queer habits and often wandered by night and
slept by day, so no one heeded his wanderings.

Teka slipped past all the searching parties and hur-
ried along behind the Foolish One. Sometimes he
was forced to break into a run to keep up with the
old man, who skipped from rock to rock like a
mountain-goat and ran along the smooth hard sand
with the speed of a deer.

It was low tide. In the bay the reefs stood out black
in the moonlight—reefs that were usually deep under
water. A long line of them, like stepping-stones,
reached from the shore to the Crab Rock, half a mile
away. On all sides of the great flat-topped rock they