"It is Muata and his beast.

They hunt me yet." "Us also, O chief!" The canoes came rushing in.

Already some of the crews had landed near the fire; but others were coming down-stream, hugging the banks for safety, or, maybe, having a last look for the Englishmen.
"It is Muata!" cried Venning, in a joyous whisper.

"Muata and his jackal.

What luck!" "S-sh!" A canoe went by some distance out, after it another, and as they swept into the darkness, a third announced its presence, coming more slowly and closer in.