‘They are not fit to live,’ said Yacka, and went on.
‘What a brute he is, after all!’ said Will, in a low voice. ‘He is no better than the others.’
‘He is a savage at heart,’ said Edgar, ‘and we must make allowances for him.’
‘If he kills defenceless men like that,’ said Will, ‘I would not give much for our lives if he felt disposed to turn upon us.’
‘He will not do that,’ said Edgar. ‘We are his friends, these men his enemies. Had the Curracoo won, they would have treated the Enooma in the same way. This savage warfare is the same the world over, I expect. It is a horrible sight.’
‘Over a hundred killed,’ said Yacka, with a savage smile; ‘and we have many prisoners.’
‘Shall you kill the prisoners?’ asked Edgar.
‘Yes; and leave them as a warning to the tribe.’
‘How will they be put to death?’ asked Edgar, who had read of the tortures inflicted by savages in Africa and elsewhere.
‘That will be decided,’ said Yacka. ‘The Enooma know how to kill their enemies.’