The sergeant turned to his superior with a grunt.
"You're right," he nodded.
"Trail him," said the captain, "and take a man with you.

If that fellow gets into trouble, you may need help." He stepped into his automobile and the sergeant beckoned to a nearby policeman.
"Akana," he said, "we have a man-sized job tonight.

Are you feeling fit ?" The Kanaka smiled without enthusiasm.
"The man of the red hair ?" The sergeant nodded, and Akana tightened his belt.

He had eaten fish baked in ti leaves that evening.
He suggested: "Morley has little to do.

His beat is quiet.