It chanced just then that Adamu Adam and Matauare, two of Joan's sailors,
entered the compound from the far side-gate. They had been down to the
Balesuna making an alligator trap, and, instead of trousers, were clad in
lava-lavas that flapped gracefully about their stalwart limbs. Satan saw
them, and advertised his find by breaking away from Sheldon's hands and
charging.
"No got pants," Noah announced with a grin that broadened as Adamu Adam
took to flight.
He climbed up the platform that supported the galvanized iron tanks which
held the water collected from the roof. Foiled here, Satan turned and
charged back on Matauare.
"Run, Matauare! Run!" Joan called.
But he held his ground and waited the dog.
"He is the Fearless One--that is what his name means," Joan explained to
Sheldon.
The Tahitian watched Satan coolly, and when that sanguine-mouthed
creature lifted into the air in the final leap, the man's hand shot out.
It was a fair grip on the lower jaw, and Satan described a half circle
and was flung to the rear, turning over in the air and falling heavily on
his back. Three times he leaped, and three times that grip on his jaw
flung him to defeat. Then he contented himself with trotting at
Matauare's heels, eyeing him and sniffing him suspiciously.
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