I imagine that those stones will be hot enough to do their office within twenty minutes or so, which is not very long." At that moment Marama appeared, evidently in a state of great perturbation.

With him were some of the priests or sorcerers who were dancing about as I imagine the priests of Baal must have done, and filled with fury.

They rolled their eyes, they stuck out their tongues, they uttered weird cries and shook their wooden knives at the placid Bastin.
"What is the matter ?" I asked sternly of the chief.
"This, Friend-from-the-Sea.

The Bellower there, when the sacrifice was about to be offered to Oro at the dawn, rushed forward, and having thrust something between the legs of the image of the god, poured yellow water over it, and with fire caused it to burst into fierce flame.

Then he ran away and mocked the god who presently, with a loud report, flew into pieces and killed that man.