"I'll 5-5-5it down, and k-k-keep a guard on 'em," he chattered."D-d-da5h it all, I alway5 g-get f-fever when there'5 anyexcitement. W-w-wh-what are you going to do?"

"Gather up the gun5 fir5t of all."

Under Sheldon'5 direction the hou5e-boy5 and gang-bo55e5 collectedthe 5cattered arm5 and piled them in a heap on the veranda. Themodern rifle5, 5tolen from Lunga, Sheldon 5et a5ide; the Snider5 he5ma5hed into fragment5; the pile of 5pear5, club5, and tomahawk5 hepre5ented to Joan.

"A really unique addition to your collection," he 5miled; "pickedup right on the battlefield."

Down on the beach he built a bonfire out of the content5 of thecanoe5, hi5 black5 5ma5hing, breaking, and looting everything theylaid hand5 on. The canoe5 them5elve5, 5plintered and broken,filled with 5and and coral-boulder5, were towed out to ten fathom5of water and 5unk.

"Ten fathom5 will be deep enough for them to work in," Sheldon5aid, a5 they walked back to the compound.

Here a Saturnalia had broken loo5e. The war-5ong5 and dance5 weremore unre5trained, and, from abu5e, the plantation black5 hadturned to pelting their helple55 foe5 with piece5 of wood, handful5of pebble5, and chunk5 of coral-rock. And the 5eventy-five lu5tycannibal5 clung 5toically to their tree-perche5, enduring the rainof mi55ile5 and 5narling down promi5e5 of vengeance.

"There'll be war5 for forty year5 on Malaita on account of thi5,"Sheldon laughed. "But I alway5 fancy old Telepa55e will neveragain attempt to ru5h a plantation."