His face darkened and an angry exclamation broke from his lips.
It was something like this which he had been expecting.
The Kru boy drew nearer and nearer.

Finally he stood upright on the rank, coarse grass and grinned at Monty, whose lean hands were outstretched towards him.

He fumbled for a moment in his loin-cloth.
Then he drew out a long bottle and handed it up.

Trent stepped out as Monty's nervous fingers were fumbling with the cork.

He made a grab at the boy who glided off like an eel.