The sailor then amused himself with breaking the bamboos by firing at them.

He came back to the white-faced girl.
"I fancy that further practice with blowpipes will be at a discount on Rainbow Island," he cried cheerfully.
But Iris was anxious and distrait.
"It is very sad," she said, "that we are obliged to secure our own safety by the ceaseless slaughter of human beings.

Is there no offer we can make them, no promise of future gain, to tempt them to abandon hostilities ?" "None whatever.

These Borneo Dyaks are bred from infancy to prey on their fellow-creatures.

To be strangers and defenceless is to court pillage and massacre at their hands.