Their cant, I mean; no allusion to cannibalism." He lighted a cigarette.

After the blinding flare of the match, night seemed to have fallen instantaneously.

As their boat crept on to the slow creaking sweep, both maintained silence, Rudolph rebuked and lonely, Heywood supine beneath a comfortable winking spark.
"What I mean is," drawled the hunter, "we need all the good fellows we can get.

Bring any new songs out?
Oh, I forgot, you're a German, too .-- A sweet little colony! Gilly's the only gentleman in the whole half-dozen of us, and Heaven knows he's not up to much .-- Ah, we're in.

On our right, fellow sufferers, we see the blooming Village of Stinks." He had risen in the gloom.