The "Little Yellow God" sat on a stone pedestal in a temple near the English army post and leered down, through an inscrutable green eye which was a priceless emerald, at the Hindu folk who worshiped him. Mad Carew knew it was the maddest of all his acts. He knew what the penalty must inevitably be. Also, he knew that even though it asked him to storm the battlements of heaven, he could never refuse the slightest desire of one small kissable mouth. And so he stole the God's Green Eye. It is a mistake to attempt to make generalizations about that great dark land we call the East, but there is one truth which always prevails. He who meddles with the gods of the heathen shall surely die. There was no exception in this case. Carew was strong, self-reliant, absolutely devoid of fear, nonetheless he died.
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