Yet he showed no fear, never faltered, but walked up to the guns, picked them up within a foot of the spot where the length of the serpent had formed a loop, and returned.

The lidless eyes watched, but not a coil moved.
"It is well," said Muata, gravely, as he returned the rifles.

"He means well by us." "You would not have said that if you had been up the tree with us, and with him," grumbled Compton.
"The tree is taboo.

I said it." "Do you mean that he lives here?
I should think he would starve." "That would be your word, young great one.

But, see, look at my father there.