"No, some of them do not speak our language. That makes no difference. We tell our brothers in other ways."
"How?" said Cleary.
"There are four marks of the true Morito," said the chief. "Their young men are initiated by torture. That is one mark. Then their chief men wear feathers on their heads. That is the second. And the third mark is that they are tattooed, as I am," and he pointed to the strange figures on his naked chest; "and the fourth is that they all use the sacred tom-tom when they dance."
"Sam," said Cleary, "have you got those East Point photographs in your pocket?"
"Yes," said Sam, thrusting his hand into his bosom.
TWO OF A KIND
"THERE ARE FOUR MARKS"
Cleary rolled over to Carlos as well as his ropes would allow, threw his arms about his neck, and cried out in Castalian, "Oh, my brother, my long-lost brother!"