'Look, there's a goat tied up.
That shows they don't eat PEOPLE.' 'Let's go on and say we're missionaries,' Robert suggested.
'I shouldn't advise THAT,' said the Phoenix, very earnestly.
'Why not ?' 'Well, for one thing, it isn't true,' replied the golden bird.
It was while they stood hesitating on the edge of the clearing that a tall man suddenly came out of one of the huts.

He had hardly any clothes, and his body all over was a dark and beautiful coppery colour--just like the chrysanthemums father had brought home on Saturday.

In his hand he held a spear.

The whites of his eyes and the white of his teeth were the only light things about him, except that where the sun shone on his shiny brown body it looked white, too.

If you will look carefully at the next shiny savage you meet with next to nothing on, you will see at once--if the sun happens to be shining at the time--that I am right about this.
The savage looked at the children.