Captain Young had landed Satan at the moment when the bridge-building gang had started along the beach.

Satan was big and black, short-haired and muscular, and weighed fully seventy pounds.

He did not love the blacks.

Tommy Jones had trained him well, tying him up daily for several hours and telling off one or two black boys at a time to tease him.

So Satan had it in for the whole black race, and the second after he landed on the beach the bridge-building gang was stampeding over the compound fence and swarming up the cocoanut palms.
"Good morning," Sheldon called from the veranda.