A Tamasese barricade was visible across the stream.

It rained, but the warriors crowded in their shanties, squatted in the mud, and maintained an excited conversation.

Balls flew; either faction, both happy as lords, spotting for the other in chance shots, and missing.

One point is characteristic of that war; experts in native feeling doubt if it will characterise the next.

The two white visitors passed without and between the lines to a rocky point upon the beach.