With Friends Like These by Alan Dean Foster

“The first tooth was in here . . .” Ha’apu knelt beside Poplar to indicate a narrowing hole in the bottom of the craft, “. . . and the other, here.” He pointed, and Poplar saw the other tooth, as large as the one back in his office, still embedded in the side of the outrigger.

“He lost them, as Niuhi and his cousins often do when they attack hard objects,” commented Ha’apu in a helpful tone.

“Yeah,” agreed Poplar, absorbed in his examination. “Always carries plenty in reserve, though. I wouldn’t think his ancestor would be any exception.” He squinted up at the sinking sun. It had begun the spectacular light-show sunset that was an every-evening occurrence in the South Seas.

“It’s getting late. No point in hurrying to reach that reef tonight. About two hours to get there, you said?”

Ha’apu nodded. “In your boat, yes.”

Poplar was a bit surprised. Now was the time the

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Matai should have begun his excuses, his hedging. He stood, brushed sand from his pants. “Then if you can put us up, I’d just as soon spend the night here. We’ve been doing enough shipboard sleeping and well be doing more.”

“I agree!” said Elaine, rather more loudly than was necessary.

The Matai nodded. “Of course there will be a fale for you.”

“With two mats,” Poplar added.

“Why should it be otherwise, Dr. Poplar?” agreed Ha’apu. If the old chief was being sarcastic, he covered it well. But as he walked away, muttering in Samoan, he was shaking his head slowly.

It wasn’t the strange surroundings, nor the hard floor beneath the mat of woven tapa cloth that made Poplar’s sleep uneasy. He’d enjoyed some of the deepest sleeps of his life in similar situations. And when he was awakened about midnight by a sudden bumping, he drew a startled breath. His dreams had been full of dark arrow-shapes with mouths like black pits. But it was only Elaine. She’d rolled over in her sleep and was resting against his shoulder, breathing softly. Courteously, he didn’t push her away, but it made it harder for him to get back to sleep, which displeased him.

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