The chief seemed to understand the appeal, for he stepped forward, raised his club, and was on the point of dashing out the brains of his offending subject, when Jack sprang forward and caught his uplifted arm.
"Stop!" he shouted, "you blockhead, I don't want you to kill the man." He then pointed again to the flesh and to the hole.

The chief uttered a few words, which had the desired effect; for the man threw the flesh into the hole, which was immediately filled up.

This man was of a morose, sulky disposition, and, during all the time he remained on the island, regarded us, especially Jack, with a scowling visage.

His name, we found, was Mahine.
The next three or four days were spent by the savages in mending their canoe, which had been damaged by the violent shock it had sustained on striking the shore.

This canoe was a very curious structure.