“Kill him! Kill him!” shouted Mark. The other savage pulled the neck, and Mark, leaping down the jagged stones, took the dead bird in his eager hands.
“Here’s where the arrow went in.”
“There’s three feathers in the water.”
“Feel how warm he is.”
“Look at the thick red on his bill.”
“See his claws.”
“Hurrah!”
“Let’s eat him.”
“Raw?”
“No. Cook him.”