"It is wonderful," he said, taking the vesta in his own hand as it burned, and examining it closely.

"I have heard of this before, but I have never seen it.

You are indeed gods, you white men, you sailors of the sea." He glanced at Muriel.

"And the woman, too," he said, with a horrible leer, "the woman is pretty." Felix took the measure of his man at once.

He opened his knife, and held it up threateningly.