The Indian frantically swam to the shore.

Whereupon the champion of the stranger in a strange land lifted a bag, which gave forth a musical clink of steel, and throwing it with the camp articles on the grassy bench, he extended a huge, friendly hand.
"My name is Rea," he said, in deep, cavernous tones.
"Mine is Jones," replied the hunter, and right quickly did he grip the proffered hand.

He saw in Rea a giant, of whom he was but a stunted shadow.

Six and one-half feet Rea stood, with yard-wide shoulders, a hulk of bone and brawn.

His ponderous, shaggy head rested on a bull neck.