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"Me no t'ink nothing 't all," he said. He half-turned, as if to depart, by his manner indicating that he considered it time to go while yet he desired to remain. "All right, Utami," Tudor said. "I'll see you in the morning and have a yarn." "He saved my life, the beggar," Tudor explained, as the Tahitian strode away and with heavy softness of foot went down the steps. "Swim!

In this connection, as if the scene had been prepared by a clever playwright, Utami came upon the veranda to report to Joan the capture of a crocodile in the trap they had made for her. Tudor's face, illuminated by the match with which he was lighting his cigarette, caught Utami's eye, and Utami forgot to report to his mistress. "Hello, Tudor," he said, with a familiarity that startled Sheldon.

And besides, I could tell anywhere the rattle of her main peak-blocks they're too large for the halyard." A dark figure crossed the compound diagonally from the beach gate, where whoever it was had been watching the vessel. "Is that you, Utami?" Joan called. "No, Missie; me Matapuu," was the answer. "What vessel is it?" "Me t'ink Minerva." Joan looked triumphantly at Sheldon, who bowed.

An hour later, following along a wild-pig trail, Sheldon suddenly halted. The bloody tracks had ceased. The Tahitians cast out in the bush on either side, and a cry from Utami apprised them of a find. Joan waited till Sheldon came back. "It's Mauko," he said. "Kwaque did for him, and he crawled in there and died. That's two accounted for. There are ten more.

"Fifty-seven all told on board when we sailed from Huapa, and Joe and I were the only two that ever set foot on land again. Hurricane, you know, in the Paumotus. That was when I was after pearls." "And you never told me, Utami, that you'd been wrecked in a hurricane," Joan said reproachfully. The big Tahitian shifted his weight and flashed his teeth in a conciliating smile.

The Polynesian's hand went out, and Tudor, shaking it, was staring into his face. "Who is it?" he asked. "I can't see you." "Utami." "And who the dickens is Utami? Where did I ever meet you, my man?" "You no forget the Huahine?" Utami chided. "Last time Huahine sail?" Tudor gripped the Tahitian's hand a second time and shook it with genuine heartiness.

"There was only one kanaka who came out of the Huahine that last voyage, and that kanaka was Joe. The deuce take it, man, I'm glad to see you, though I never heard your new name before." "Yes, everybody speak me Joe along the Huahine. Utami my name all the time, just the same." "But what are you doing here?" Tudor asked, releasing the sailor's hand and leaning eagerly forward.

"In which case Billy Pape will be compelled to send Boucher's successor. It's Pape's station, you know. I wish I knew what to do. I don't like to leave you here alone." "Take me along then." He smiled and shook his head. "Then you'd better take my men along," she advised. "They're good shots, and they're not afraid of anything except Utami, and he's afraid of ghosts."