by this time the stranger-man (in spite of being a tewara) was really annoyed. they had filled his hair quite solid with mud; they had rolled him up and down on knobby pebbles; they had sat upon him in a long line of six; they had thumped him and bumped him till he could hardly breathe; and though he did not understand their language, he was almost sure that the names the neolithic ladies called him were not ladylike.