"Come, now," he said, quite genially, yet with a curious under-current of hate in his steely gray eye; "we three are all gods.

We who are in heaven need have no secrets from one another.

Tell me the truth; did you really come to us direct from the sun, or are you sailing gods, dropped from a great canoe belonging to the warriors who seek laborers for the white men in the distant country ?" Felix told him briefly, in as few words as possible, the story of their arrival.
Tu-Kila-Kila listened with lively interest, then he said, very decisively, with great bravado, "It was _I_ who made the big wave wash your sister overboard.

I sent it to your ship.

I wanted a Korong just now in Boupari.