Arrived safely at Malaita, he and his fellows, no longer having any use for the two San Cristobal boys, had taken their heads and eaten their bodies.
"My word, him bad fella boy any amount," Johnny finished his tale.
"Government House, Tulagi, damn glad give 'm twenty pounds along that fella." "You blessed Sing Song Silly," Villa, murmured in Jerry's ears.

"If it hadn't been for you--" "Your head and mine would even now be galumping through the bush as Makawao hit the high places for home," Harley concluded for her.

"My word, some fella dog that, any amount," he added lightly.

"And I gave him merry Ned just the other day for nigger-chasing, and he knew his business better than I did all the time." "If anybody tries to claim him--" Villa threatened.
Harley confirmed her muttered sentiment with a nod.
"Any way," he said, with a smile, "there would have been one consolation if your head had gone up into the bush." "Consolation!" she cried, throaty with indignation.
"Why, yes; because in that case my head would have gone along." "You dear and blessed Husband-Man," she murmured, a quick cloudiness of moisture in her eyes, as with her eyes she embraced him, her arms still around Jerry, who, sensing the ecstasy of the moment, kissed her fragrant cheek with his ribbon-tongue of love..