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MERCURY.
So cowards never use their might But against such that will not fight.
On nearing the bungalow, Jocelyn turned aside into the forest where a little colony of huts nestled in a hollow of the sand-dunes.
"Nala," she cried, "the paddle-maker.

Ask him to come to me." She spoke in the dialect of the coast to some women who sat together before one of the huts.
"Nala--yes," they answered.

And they raised their strident voices.
In a few moments a man emerged from a shed of banana-leaves.

He was a scraggy man--very lightly clad--and a violent squint handicapped him seriously in the matter of first impressions.