Inferior as they might be to the white-gods, still they were gods of a sort.
It was the first time in his life that Jerry had been tied up, and he did not like it.

Vainly he hurt his teeth, some of which were loosening under the pressure of the second teeth rising underneath.

The stick was stronger than he.

Although he did not forget Skipper, the poignancy of his loss faded with the passage of time, until uppermost in his mind was the desire to be free.
But when the day came that he was freed, he failed to take advantage of it and scuttle away for the beach.

It chanced that Lenerengo released him.