The woman gasped--stammered something that was positively not consent--stared with frightened eyes at Coutlass--shook her shaven head violently--and ran away into the darkness, pursued by roars of laughter that speeded her on her way.
"A clear case of desertion!" announced Fred judicially.

"You men are witnesses!" Then he turned once more to Coutlass.

"I don't think we'll leave you to raise Cain on this island.

It depends on you whether we find you a lonelier island--turn you loose or hand you over to the authorities in British East!" "Good!" Coutlass shouted.

"By Jingo, you are a gentleman! You are the best man in the world! I will treat you as my brother!" "Thanks!" said Fred dryly.
"Aren't you men ever coming ?" asked Will, striding out of the shadows.
"I've made the dicker--found a man who'd been on the mainland and knows Swahili.