So silently did it move that it was more like an apparition.

Three naked blacks dipped with noiseless paddles.
Long-hafted, slender, bone-barbed throwing-spears lay along the gunwale of the canoe, while a quiverful of arrows hung on each man's back.

The eyes of the man-hunters missed nothing.

They had seen Sheldon and Joan first, but they gave no sign.

Where Gogoomy and his followers had emerged from the river, the canoe abruptly stopped, then turned and disappeared into the deeper mangrove gloom.