'Dyvid and Goliar all the w'y and back.' The two natives (for they it was that were equipped in this unusual panoply of war) spread out to right and left, and at last lay down in the shade, on the extreme flank of the position.

Even now that the mystery was explained, Davis was hatefully preoccupied, stared at the flame on their crests, and forgot, and then remembered with a smile, the explanation.
Attwater withdrew again into the grove, and Herrick, with his gun under his arm, came down the pier alone.
About half-way down he halted and hailed the boat.
'What do you want ?' he cried.
'I'll tell that to Mr Attwater,' replied Huish, stepping briskly on the ladder.

'I don't tell it to you, because you played the trucklin' sneak.
Here's a letter for him: tyke it, and give it, and be 'anged to you!' 'Davis, is this all right ?' said Herrick.
Davis raised his chin, glanced swiftly at Herrick and away again, and held his peace.

The glance was charged with some deep emotion, but whether of hatred or of fear, it was beyond Herrick to divine.
'Well,' he said, 'I'll give the letter.' He drew a score with his foot on the boards of the gangway.

'Till I bring the answer, don't move a step past this.' And he returned to where Attwater leaned against a tree, and gave him the letter.