The room was L-shaped; the corner in which stood his couch was dim, but the hanging lamp in the main part of the room, over the billiard table and just around the corner, so that it did not shine on him, was burning brightly.

Likewise the verandas were well lighted.

He waited without movement.

The creaks were repeated, and he knew several men lurked outside.
"What name ?" he cried sharply.
The house, raised a dozen feet above the ground, shook on its pile foundations to the rush of retreating footsteps.
"They're getting bold," he muttered.

"Something will have to be done." The full moon rose over Malaita and shone down on Berande.