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Updated: May 15, 2025
Old Mok was always at work, and yet always ready to give Little Mok water or turn his weary little frame on its rude bed, or spread the furs over the wasted body, and always Lightfoot waited and hoped and feared. And at last Little Mok died, and was buried under the stones, and the snow fell over the lonely cairn under the fir trees outside the Fire Valley where his grave was made.
Then Ab told her of the little flying spears which Old Mok had made for him, and about the wonderful bow which sent them to their mark, and the girl was reassured and soon began to feel exceedingly brave and proud of her lover and his prowess. No need of carrying off a girl by force or craft on this occasion, for Hilltop had fully recognized Ab's strength and quality.
As he disappeared in the wood Ab said nothing, but to himself he thought: "He may have all the bows and arrows he can make, but I will have Lightfoot myself!" Ab and Mok started for the cave again, Ab, bow in hand and with ready arrow.
If the negroes went into that hotel at that time of night, they must live there, and he could suspend operations until morning. That night Banker was greatly disturbed by surmises and conjectures concerning the presence of the two negroes in the French capital. He knew Cheditafa quite as well as he knew Mok, and it was impossible that he should be mistaken.
When in the spring the forlorn mother held in her arms a baby girl a little brightness came into her eyes again, and Ab, seeing this, was glad, but neither Ab nor Lightfoot ever forgot their eldest and dearest, Little Mok. While Ab had been occupied by home affairs trouble for him and his people had been brewing. By no means unknown to each other before the tiger hunt were Ab and Boarface.
"N'loan pes-saus, mok glint ont-aven, Glint ont-aven, nosh morgan." "What on earth is that outlandish thing you're singing, Herb?" roared Neal Farrar from the bunk, awakened by the sounds. "Give us that stave again do!" The guide started. He had scarcely been aware of what he was humming, and his laugh was a trifle disconcerted. "So you're waking up, are ye?" he said.
Once, when Lightfoot sat by Old Mok's fire, she told them of the time when she and Ab found themselves outside their cave, unarmed, with a bear to be eaten through before they could get into their door, and Little Mok surprised his mother and Old Mok by an outburst of laughter at the tale.
But to-night he was intent only on getting all the tales he could from the veteran while he was in the mood. "Tell about the Shell People," he cried, "and who they are and where they came from. They are different from us." "Yes, they are different from us," said Old Mok, "but there was a time, I have heard it told, when we were like them.
But they saw nothing, and being very anxious to find good white people who would take care of them, they started out before dawn that morning to look for the shipwrecked party about whom Cheditafa had heard the Rackbirds talking, and with whom they hoped to find their companion Mok, and thus it was that they were here. "And those men were coming to attack us last night?" asked the captain.
The other negro, Mok, could speak no more English than when we first met him, but he could understand some things which were said to him, and was very quick, indeed, to catch the meanings of signs, motions, and expressions of countenance.
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