We thought you would have worked in well with us; but I see you are a man of a crooked mind." "Softly, my father," said the chief, quietly.

"Is it wise that a chief should listen to the counsel of strangers without taking thought for his people ?" "We saved the chief's life." "The chiefs life is his own"-- Muata snapped his fingers--"but the secret of the hiding-place is the life of the people.

Go slowly, my father.

Muata would work for you and with you; his shield is your shield; his eye is your eye; but the secret of the hiding-place is not his to give away." "Then you must land here on the bank among your enemies." The chief glanced at the far-off wooded banks, with lines of smoke rising from cooking-fires.
"I have no weapons," he said.
"We cannot help that," said Mr.Hume, with indifference.

"Either you agree to take us to the Place of Rest, or you land." Muata rose up, looked under the flat of his hand all around, then let the cotton sheet they had given him slip to the deck.