But there was nothing.
The lifeless bodies stood motionless in their mimicry of life under the bright light.

The swarthy negro frowned, the face of the Malayan woman wore still its calm and gentle expression.

Far in the background the rows of gleaming skulls grinned, as though at the memory of their four hundred lives; the skeleton of the orang-outang stretched out its long bony arms before it; the dead savages still squatted round the remains of their meal.

The stillness was oppressive.
Unorna rose to her feet in sudden anxiety.

She did not know how long she had been alone.