Coutlass felt flattered, and obeyed.

The maid got up and followed them both in a fury of jealousy, and they three were lost to view in a moment among the shadows cast by our four flickering fires.

The other Greek got up and followed them, leaving the Goanese already snoozing by the fire.
Then, just as the half of a brilliantly pale moon rose above the papyrus, the chief came a pace nearer and touched Fred's hand.

Then he beckoned.

Then he touched the hand again and retreated backward.
Glancing around I saw the shadows that were his tribe leaning toward us in strained attention, with eyes for nothing but their chief and Fred.
Understanding there was something that the chief desired him to go and do, Fred passed the rifle to Will and rose to his feet.
With patience that was simply pathetic the chief shook his head and tried to explain something in weary-motioned pantomime.