"Sarréo lived two days—he died the same morning that we were getting ready to take Warby's body ashore to bury on a little island between Bouka and Bougainville. So we made only one trip ashore. Poor chap! He had a good, simple heart, and almost his last words were that he 'was glad Mr. Warby wasn't eaten.'
"Ah, as you say, Mr. Denison, the rotten South Seas ain't no place for a white man. Good-night."