Round him danced the infuriated priests of Oro, and round them, shrieking and howling with rage, was most of the population of Orofena.

We rushed up so suddenly that none tried to stop us, and took our stand on either side of him, producing our pistols as we did so.
"Thank you for coming," said Bastin in the silence which followed; "though I don't think it is the least use.

I cannot recall that any of the early martyrs were ever roasted and eaten, though, of course, throwing them into boiling oil or water was fairly common.

I take it that the rite is sacrificial and even in a low sense, sacramental, not merely one of common cannibalism." I stared at him, and Bickley gasped out: "If you are to be eaten, what does it matter why you are eaten ?" "Oh!" replied Bastin; "there is all the difference in the world, though it is one that I cannot expect you to appreciate.

And now please be quiet as I wish to say my prayers.