He staggered up to his feet with a weak, little laugh.
"I knew you'd find me," he said.

"Did I look awfully frightened ?" Trent patted him on the shoulder.

"If I hadn't been in time," he said, "I'd have shot every man here and burned their huts over their heads.

Pick up the knife, old chap, quick.

I think those fellows mean mischief." The two warriors who had stood by the priest were approaching, but when they came within a few yards of Trent's revolver they dropped on their knees.