When he got to his feet and warily stalked toward it, the cockroach scuttled away with a slight rustling noise and disappeared into a crack.

Jerry had been acquainted with cockroaches all his life, but he was destined to learn new things about them from the particular breed that dwelt on the _Arangi_.
After a cursory examination of the stateroom he wandered out into the cabin.

The blacks, sprawled about everywhere, but, conceiving it to be his duty to his _Skipper_, Jerry made it a point to identify each one.
They scowled and uttered low threatening noises when he sniffed close to them.

One dared to menace him with a blow, but Jerry, instead of slinking away, showed his teeth and prepared to spring.

The black hastily dropped the offending hand to his side and made soothing, penitent noises, while others chuckled; and Jerry passed on his way.