Then at last Felix managed to fling the child across the line, to push Muriel with one hand at arm's-length before him, and to rush himself within the sacred circle.
No sooner had he crossed it than the savages drew up around, undecided as yet, but in a threatening body.

Rank behind rank, their loose hair in their eyes, they stood like wild beasts balked of their prey, and yelled at him.

Some of them brandished their spears and their stone hatchets angrily in their victims' faces.

Others contented themselves with howling aloud as before, and piling curses afresh on the heads of the unpopular storm-gods.

"Look at her," they cried, in their wrath, pointing their skinny brown fingers angrily at Muriel.