Kill him! Kill him! We are free from sin.

We have bought him with a price--with many cocoanuts!" At the sound of the struggle going on so close outside, Muriel rushed in frantic haste and terror from the hut.

Her face was pale, but her demeanor was resolute.

Before Mali could stop her, she, too, had crossed the sacred line of the coral mark, and had flung herself madly upon Felix's assailants, to cover his retreat with her own frail body.
"Hold off!" she cried, in her horror, in English, but in accents even those savages could read.

"You shall not touch him!" With a fierce effort Felix tore his way back, through the spears and clubs, toward the place of safety.