For that matter, here's my escort, and there are seven more like him." Adamu Adam stood beside her, towering above her, as he towered above the three white men.

The clinging cotton undershirt he wore could not hide the bulge of his tremendous muscles.
"Look at his fist," said Tudor.

"I'd hate to receive a punch from it." "I don't blame you." Joan laughed reminiscently.

"I saw him hit the captain of a Swedish bark on the beach at Levuka, in the Fijis.

It was the captain's fault.