He jumped to his feet and ran in the direction of the hidden thrower, and she ran, too, but no farther than away from the eyes of the others." "Tatini," I said, "the nono was the Tahitian arrow of a little fat god we have called Cupid." "Aue!" she replied. "It was not always oaoa for him, because it might be an old woman, or some one he did not like, but who loved him.