“The stranger shall see for himself,” answered Abino. “Japazy’s eyes shoot lightnings. His voice is like the thunder. No arrow can pierce him, no knife can bite him. For he has ghosts and demons that obey his words. They turn aside the arrows. They dull the edge of the knife. But it is not well to talk of Japazy. The stranger will rest here and Abino will send him food. Then, after he has eaten, the elders of the tribe will come and talk with him.”