Joan thought rapidly. Her
revolver was hanging on the wall of her grass house. Yet one cry would
bring her sailors, and she knew she was safe. So she did not cry for
help. Instead, she whistled for Satan, at the same time calling him by
name. She knew he was shut up in the living room, but the blacks did not
wait to see. They fled with wild yells through the darkness, followed
reluctantly by Gogoomy; while she entered the bungalow, laughing at
first, but finally vexed to the verge of tears by what had taken place.
She had sat up a whole night with the boy who had died, and yet his
brother demanded to be paid for his life.
"Ugh! the ungrateful beast!" she muttered, while she debated whether or
not she would confess the incident to Sheldon.
CHAPTER XI--THE PORT ADAMS CROWD
"And so it was all settled easily enough," Sheldon was saying. He was on
the veranda, drinking coffee. The whale-boat was being carried into its
shed. "Boucher was a bit timid at first to carry off the situation with
a strong hand, but he did very well once we got started. We made a play
at holding a court, and Telepasse, the old scoundrel, accepted the
findings. He's a Port Adams chief, a filthy beggar. We fined him ten
times the value of the pigs, and made him move on with his mob.
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