"Not know, Master. See him footmarks. Follow him footmarks. Not
find. When do find--kill!"

"That is, after first obtaining my permission," said Tom dryly.

"It is so," agreed the imperturbable Koku. "See! Show Master
footmarks. Him look in at window. See! Koku have got the wonder
lamp."

He flashed the electric torch in his hand. He left the car and
strode into the yard. Tom followed him, and Mr. Damon's curiosity
brought him along.

The giant pointed the ray of the flashlight at the ground below
the porch. Several footprints --the marks of boots at least
number twelve in size--were imbedded in the soil. Koku went
around the house to the other side, following repeated marks of
the same boots.

"How came you to find them, Koku?" asked Tom softly.

"Me look. All around stockade," and he waved a generous gesture
with his free hand including the fence about the works. "Enemy
may come. Anytime he come. Now he come."

"Bless my slippery shoes!" exclaimed Mr. Damon, who had hard
work to keep up both physically and mentally with the giant.
"What does he mean

"Koku has always had it in his head," explained Tom, "that we