“Two boats’ crews are coming ashore from the ship. I wish you two was brown and tattooed.”
Jem glanced wildly at Don.
“Come on,” said the Englishman. “I must see if I can’t hide you before they come. What?”
This last was to a fresh man, who ran up and said something.
“Quick, my lads,” said the Englishman. “Your people are close at hand.”
Chapter Thirty Five.
Left Behind.
Tomati hurried out, followed by Don, but the latter was thrust back into the hut directly, Tomati stretching out his arms so as to spread his blanket wide to act as a screen, under cover of which Don and Jem were half pushed, half backed into the large gathering hut of the tribe, Ngati giving some orders quickly, the result of which was that Don and Jem were hustled down into a sitting position and then thrown upon their faces.