J. Allan Dunn

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J. Allan Dunn No Man's Island — Chapter VI (1920)

Hooper called to him down the companion.
“Tiburi’s in the biggest canoe,” he said. “He’s edging in. You’ll have plenty of time to put on your helmet. I’ll palaver with them.”
“All right,” answered Manning.
Edwards was with him, ready to adjust the heavy headpiece. He felt like the ogre in a child’s play. A good-natured ogre. And the natives were only children in intellect, apt to be treacherous but about to be spellbound by majesty. As Hooper had said, it was all likely to be ridiculously easy from now on. No fighting, no bloodshed. He had no enmity toward Steiner.
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J. Allan Dunn No Man's Island — Chapter VI (1920)

The whale-boat, with springy strokes, forged up alongside Tiburi’s canoe. The rest spread out to right and left, a savage escort, though the cannibals were plainly subdued. From the rail of the schooner, their shapeless arms folded, the two Hims were regarding the canoes.
“Do the gods not speak?” asked Tiburi.
“It is not necessary,” replied Hooper. “They can read the mind and force their will upon it. And, if they spoke, their voice would crack your ears.”
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J. Allan Dunn No Man's Island — Chapter VI (1920)

By the side of Hooper men were displaying gaudy cloth, holding out hands that showed gifts of some sort. Tiburi and his men could not see just what they were but they were things the white men brought, therefore precious.
Tiburi shouted an order and the rest of the canoes halted while his own advanced. On the beach other natives were gathering, women with shorn heads, children, old men, boys. Tiburi knew the eyes of his tribe were upon him. He would be the first to board this big canoe. He would get the pick of his gifts.
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