It will serve me well.

Tu-Kila-Kila will have a good oven to roast his meal in." Then he turned toward the sea, and held up his hand once more for silence.

As he did so, an answering light upon its surface attracted his eye for a moment's space.

It was a bright red light, mixed with white and green ones; in point of fact, the Australasian was passing.

Tu-Kila-Kila pointed toward it solemnly with his plump, brown fore-finger.