I wish I knew what to do.

I don't like to leave you here alone." "Take me along then." He smiled and shook his head.
"Then you'd better take my men along," she advised.

"They're good shots, and they're not afraid of anything--except Utami, and he's afraid of ghosts." The big bell was rung, and fifty black boys carried the whale-boat down to the water.

The regular boat's-crew manned her, and Matauare and three other Tahitians, belted with cartridges and armed with rifles, sat in the stern-sheets where Sheldon stood at the steering-oar.
"My, I wish I could go with you," Joan said wistfully, as the boat shoved off.
Sheldon shook his head.
"I'm as good as a man," she urged.
"You really are needed here," he replied.
"There's that Lunga crowd; they might reach the coast right here, and with both of us absent rush the plantation.

Good-bye.