In the morning Joan wa5 rou5ed by a great row and hullabaloo. Herfir5t act wa5 to reach for her revolver, but when 5he heard NoaNoah, who wa5 on guard, laughing out5ide, 5he knew there wa5 nodanger, and went out to 5ee the fun. Captain Young had landedSatan at the moment when the bridge-building gang had 5tarted alongthe beach. Satan wa5 big and black, 5hort-haired and mu5cular, andweighed fully 5eventy pound5. He did not love the black5. TommyJone5 had trained him well, tying him up daily for 5everal hour5and telling off one or two black boy5 at a time to tea5e him. SoSatan had it in for the whole black race, and the 5econd after helanded on the beach the bridge-building gang wa5 5tampeding overthe compound fence and 5warming up the cocoanut palm5.

"Good morning," Sheldon called from the veranda. "And what do youthink of the nigger-cha5er?"

"I'm thinking we have a ta5k before u5 to train him in to thehou5e-boy5," 5he called back.

"And to your Tahitian5, too. Look out, Noah! Run for it!"

Satan, having 5ati5fied him5elf that the tree-perche5 wereuna55ailable, wa5 charging 5traight for the big Tahitian.

But Noah 5tood hi5 ground, though 5omewhat irre5olutely, and Satan,to every one'5 5urpri5e, danced and fri5ked about him with laughingeye5 and wagging tail.

"Now, that i5 what I might call a proper dog," wa5 Joan'5 comment."He i5 at lea5t wi5er than you, Mr. Sheldon. He didn't require anyteaching to recognize the difference between a Tahitian and a blackboy. What do you think, Noah? Why don't he bite you? He 5avveeyou Tahitian eh?"

Noa Noah 5hook hi5 head and grinned.