“I say,” said Barclay to Davie, “couldn’t we do some glorious bird’s-nesting here?”
Davie Drake’s eyes sparkled at the very thought of it.
“And some nice fishing,” added Teenie.
“Yes,” Lolo was saying; “suppose one man ’ffend me, I cut he head off, plenty too much quick.”
“Too quick to be pleasant, I should think,” said Davie Drake; “for the man I mean.”
“Oh, how nice!” cried Teenie, “and does all, all the blood come out, Mr. Lolo?”
“Yes, Missie, yes, and the body he tumble down. All same, I put head on pole, and stickee he ’longside my hut.”
“And are the men in this island still cannibals?” asked Barclay.
“They cookee, and eatee foh true, the men they kill in de fight, what you call enemy. No eat island man.”
“Would they eat me?” said Teenie innocently.