Releasing their two prisoners, who leaped away like startled deer, they plunged down the steep path into the steaming jungle.
Joan, still shocked by what she had seen, walked on in front of Sheldon, subdued and silent.

At the end of half an hour she turned to him with a wan smile and said,-- "I don't think I care to visit the head-hunters any more.

It's adventure, I know; but there is such a thing as having too much of a good thing.

Riding around the plantation will henceforth be good enough for me, or perhaps salving another _Martha_; but the bushmen of Guadalcanar need never worry for fear that I shall visit them again.

I shall have nightmares for months to come, I know I shall.