We'll get back in the morning some time.

It's only twelve miles." When Joan started to return to the house, she was compelled to pass among the boat-carriers, who lingered on the beach to chatter in queer, ape- like fashion about the events of the night.

They made way for her, but there came to her, as she was in the midst of them, a feeling of her own helplessness.

There were so many of them.

What was to prevent them from dragging her down if they so willed?
Then she remembered that one cry of hers would fetch Noa Noah and her remaining sailors, each one of whom was worth a dozen blacks in a struggle.