Coral patches uprose everywhere from the turquoise depths, running the gamut of green from deepest jade to palest tourmaline, over which the sea filtered changing shades, creamed lazily, or burst into white fountains of sun- flashed spray.
The smoke columns along the heights became garrulous, and long before the _Arangi_ was through the passage the entire leeward coast, from the salt- water men of the shore to the remotest bush villagers, knew that the labour recruiter was going in to Langa-Langa.

As the lagoon, formed by the chain of islets lying off shore, opened out, Jerry began to smell the reef-villages.

Canoes, many canoes, urged by paddles or sailed before the wind by the weight of the freshening South East trade on spread fronds of coconut palms, moved across the smooth surface of the lagoon.
Jerry barked intimidatingly at those that came closest, bristling his neck and making a ferocious simulation of an efficient protector of the white god who stood beside him.

And after each such warning, he would softly dab his cool damp muzzle against the sun-heated skin of Skipper's leg.
Once inside the lagoon, the _Arangi_ filled away with the wind a-beam.

At the end of a swift half-mile she rounded to, with head-sails trimming down and with a great flapping of main and mizzen, and dropped anchor in fifty feet of water so clear that every huge fluted clamshell was visible on the coral floor.