He put his carbine to his shoulder, but I struck him full, and knocked the whole front of his skull in.

You can see the split in the wood now where I hit him.

We both went down together, for I could not keep my balance, but when I got up I found him still lying quiet enough.

I made for the boat, and in an hour we were well out at sea.
Tonga had brought all his earthly possessions with him, his arms and his gods.

Among other things, he had a long bamboo spear, and some Andaman cocoa-nut matting, with which I made a sort of sail.