Harley removed a knife from between the bare skin and a belt.
"What name belong you ?" he demanded.
But the black had eyes only for Jerry, staring at him in wondering amaze until he pieced the situation together in his growing clarity of brain and realized that such a small chunky animal had spoiled his game.
"My word," he grinned to Harley, "that fella dog put 'm crimp along me any amount." He felt out the wounds of his neck and face, while his eyes embraced the fact that the white master was in possession of his rifle.
"You give 'm musket belong me," he said impudently.
"I give 'm you bang alongside head," was Harley's answer.
"He doesn't seem to me to be a regular Malaitan," he told Villa.

"In the first place, where would he get a rifle like that?
Then think of his nerve.

He must have seen us drop anchor, and he must have known our launch was on the beach.

Yet he played to take our heads and get away with them back into the bush--" "What name belong you ?" he again demanded.
But not until Johnny and the launch crew arrived breathless from their run, did he learn.

Johnny's eyes gloated when he beheld the prisoner, and he addressed Kennan in evident excitement.
"You give 'm me that fella boy," he begged.