They did not set a sentry, for here on the island they had no fear of foes.
Then Otter rose upon his hands and knees, and his face looked fierce in the faint light.
"Baas," he whispered, "shall we----" and he drew his hand across his throat.
Leonard thought awhile.

His rage was deep, and yet he shrank from the slaughter of sleeping men, however wicked.

Besides, could it be done without noise?
Some of them would wake--fear would sober them, and they were many.
"No," he whispered back.

"Follow me, we will cut loose the boats." "Good, good," said Otter.
Then, stealthily as snakes, they crept some thirty yards to where the boats were tied to a low tree--three canoes and five large flat-bottomed punts, containing the arms and provisions of the slave-dealers.

Drawing their knives they cut these loose.