"Don't worry, Reggie," said my father, noticing the anxious look on
my face; "they are only playing to amuse us--a sort of return on the
part of the chief for showing him----"
"Are they playing? Look!" exclaimed the doctor, springing to his
feet, for at that moment one of the combatants, nimbly avoiding a
sweeping blow, had shortened his club and struck his opponent fairly
between the eyes. The fish-skin crumpled before the blow as if made
of paper, and the man sank senseless to the ground, and with a whoop
of triumph the victor tore off the other's head-dress, and, drawing a
jagged-edged sword of shark's teeth, proceeded to make a variety of
fancy cuts and passes before hewing off the head of his senseless
victim.
"Stop that!" shouted the doctor, in a voice that made his meaning
perfectly clear, and, seeing that the savage was still bent on
carrying out his intention, Dr. Conolly sprang over the intervening
ground in three bounds, and, before the man could grasp the
situation, he struck him such a blow on the extremity of the jaw-bone
that, in spite of the protection afforded by the stiff cocoafibre,
the native was hurled backwards as if struck by a thunderbolt.
Fortunately for us, the chief took this interruption in apparent good
part; the stricken victor of the fight picked himself up and
disappeared amongst the crowd while the senseless man was carried to
a hut in a most indifferent manner by a party of women.
Presently my father made signs to the chief that he would like to
inspect the village, to which request he assented.
Facing the chief's hut was a stockade similar to, though smaller
than, that which surrounded the village, and towards this he led the
way. At the gateway were two men, dressed in long cloak-like dresses
of white feathers, their faces painted red and yellow, and their hair
stiffened out like an enormous turban. Bending thrice, the chief made
obeisance to these fearsome-looking individuals, then he turned and
walked slowly past the gate, without attempting to enter.
"What's inside, I wonder?" exclaimed the doctor. "Let's have a peep
in." And, leaving us, he made for the entrance to the inner stockade;
but, before he could carry out his intention, the crowds of natives
who followed in our footsteps ran between him and the gate, uttering
shrill cries of rage, while the chief, roused to sudden anger, seized
him by the shoulders and dragged him away, as if incensed at the
doctor's audacity.
It seemed as if a serious affray was imminent, but at length the
tumult died away, and the chief resumed his tour of inspection,
though, I noticed, he scowled at Dr. Conolly whenever he glanced that
way.
"They cut up pretty rough over that affair, didn't they?" remarked
the doctor, on returning to the shore.
"Yes; I thought we were in for trouble. You really must be careful,
Conolly, not to offend them."
"But I couldn't sit there and see a fellow's head hacked off in that
cold-blooded fashion."
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