A SCORE OF DUSKY NATIVES BURST INTO THE RING.
CHAPTER VI
THE TOTEM
'They won't eat us now, will they, Mr. Grinson?' said Meek in a whisper, hopefully.
Grinson swore.
'Not after them biscuits, Mr. Grinson?' Meek persisted.
'Stow it, can't you?' growled Grinson. 'This ain't a time for jokes.'
Meek was so much astonished at being accused of joking that his jaw dropped, and he eyed the boatswain sadly. His expression turned to anguish as he listened to the low-toned conversation between Hoole and Trentham.
'We 're fairly in the cart,' said the former. 'See any way out?'
'No. We 're still alive. They might have killed us--those spears!'