H. A. Lamb

“ It was nothing new to me and I watched the hut itself closer than the dancing—to see that no one stuck a spear into Stuart through the bamboo wall.
As I have said, the boy had a way of letting his mind drift away. Not every man would have been so careless of his surroundings. Especially after the demonstration on the beach. But Stuart never worried about danger.
He told me later that he could tell when the islanders meant trouble—a kind of sixth sense. It served him well, here and at Santo. ”

“ Yet it seemed to me the story of the Quiros venture was too vague to investigate.
“It is not worth one life,” I told him, “or two.”
“Something might be found at the headwaters of the Jordan. Perhaps the Quiros party founded their city and survived. Possibly for several generations. No attempt has been made to find out.” ”

“ Santo is one of the largest of the Polynesian islands, and the interior is a mass of mounatins, running parallel to the coast, and some four to five thousand feet high. Add to this the fact that the coast natives dislike going into the bush on account of what they call the “small fellow men” and you have the reason.
I told Jack Stuart this, and more. “Granted,” he said at length. “Yet in the interior of Santo a half hundred white men tried to found a city of their faith, Mr. Haskins. They tried to raise an altar to their God in the hills of Santo. ”