They were common seamen from the pirate vessels, and, as far as I could judge, they had no officer among them.
I remarked their fierce, dark faces, and the long knives with which they slashed and trimmed the flesh for their boucanning.
Shalah touched my hand, and I followed him into the wood.

We climbed again, and from the tinkle of the stream on my left I judged that we were ascending to a higher shelf in the glen.

The Indian moved very carefully, as noiseless as the flight of an owl, and I marvelled at the gift.

In after days I was to become something of a woodsman, and track as swiftly and silently as any man of my upbringing.

But I never mastered the Indian art by which the foot descending in the darkness on something that will crackle checks before the noise is made.