Felix still grasped his open knife in his hand, ready to strike at any moment that might be necessary.

The chief led them forward toward a very large tree near the centre of the garden.
At the foot of the tree stood a hut, somewhat bigger and better built than any they had yet seen; and in front of the trunk a stalwart savage, very powerfully built, but with a sinister look in his cruel and lustful eye, was pacing up and down, like a sentinel on guard, a long spear in his right hand, and a tomahawk in his left, held close by his side, all ready for action.

As he prowled up and down he seemed to be peering warily about him on every side, as if each instant he expected to be set upon by an enemy.

But as the chief approached, the people without set up once more the cry of "Taboo! Taboo!" and the stalwart savage by the tree, laying down his spear and letting his tomahawk fall free, dropped in a second the air of watchful alarm, and advanced with some courtesy to greet the new-comers.
"We have found them, Tu-Kila-Kila," the chief said, presenting them to the god with a graceful wave of his hand.

"We have found the spirits that you brought from the sun, with the fire in their hands, and the light in boxes.