The natives were ready to depart, considerably nonplussed, but not a little relieved.
"Stop!" she cried.

"Deppy, what are you doing?
Discharging them after we've had such a time getting them?
Are you crazy ?" "They're a pack of snakes--I mean sneaks.

They're assassins.

They tried to poison every one of us last--" "Nonsense! You ate too much.

Besides, what's the odds between being poisoned and being starved to death?
Where is Mr.Britt ?" She gave a sharp cry of relief as Britt came dashing down the corridor.