The Poonga-Poonga men gloated as usual, and as usual the Tahitians were shocked and angry, several of them cursing and muttering in undertones.

So angry was Matapuu, that he strode suddenly over to the fire-tender and kicked him in the ribs, whereupon the old savage emitted an appalling squeal, pig-like in its wild-animal fear, and fell face downward in the ashes and lay quivering in momentary expectation of death.
Other heads, thoroughly sun-dried and smoke-cured, were found in abundance, but, with two exceptions, they were the heads of blacks.

So this was the manner of hunting that went on in the dark and evil forest, Sheldon thought, as he regarded them.

The atmosphere of the place was sickening, yet he could not forbear to pause before one of Binu Charley's finds.
"Me savvee black Mary, me savvee white Mary," quoth Binu Charley.

"Me no savvee that fella Mary.