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. ”
