Too bad to lose the shooting.

Thank you, I'm all right." Sheldon obeyed her instructions, rushed hot-water bottles along to her, and then sat on the veranda vainly trying to interest himself in a two- months-old file of Sydney newspapers.

He kept glancing up and across the compound to the grass house.

Yes, he decided, the contention of every white man in the islands was right; the Solomons was no place for a woman.
He clapped his hands, and Lalaperu came running.
"Here, you!" he ordered; "go along barracks, bring 'm black fella Mary, plenty too much, altogether." A few minutes later the dozen black women of Berande were ranged before him.

He looked them over critically, finally selecting one that was young, comely as such creatures went, and whose body bore no signs of skin-disease.
"What name, you ?" he demanded.