They all burst out lamenting for their comrade in the island way, and Obsequiousness was the loudest of the mourners.

He was quite genuine; a noxious creature, without any consciousness of guilt.

Well, presently--to make a long story short--one told him to go up the tree.

He stared a bit, looked at one with a trouble in his eye, and had rather a sickly smile; but went.
He was obedient to the last; he had all the pretty virtues, but the truth was not in him.

So soon as he was up, he looked down, and there was the rifle covering him; and at that he gave a whimper like a dog.
You could bear a pin drop; no more keening now.