"So, for the moment, while the coffin went overside, I was not slain.And it was strange that I was glad immediately that I was to live.And I began to remember Malia, and to begin to plot a vengeance on Anapuni.And with the blood of life thus freshening in me, my thirst multiplied on itself tenfold and my tongue and mouth and throat seemed as sanded as the tongue of the harpooner.The coffin being overboard, I was sitting in the bottom of the canoe.A coconut rolled between my legs and I closed them on it.But as I picked it up in my hand, Aimoku smote my hand with the paddle-edge.Behold!"He held up the hand, showing two fingers crooked from never having been set.
"I had no time to vex over my pain, for worse things were upon me.All the chiefs were crying out in horror.The coffin, head-end up, had not sunk.It bobbed up and down in the sea astern of us.And the canoe, without way on it, bow-on to sea and wind, was drifted down by sea and wind upon the coffin.And the glass of it was to us, so that we could see the face and head of Kahekili through the glass; and he grinned at us through the glass and seemed alive already in the other world and angry with us, and, with other-world power, about to wreak his anger upon us.Up and down he bobbed, and the canoe drifted closer upon him.
"'Kill him!' 'Bleed him!' 'Thrust to the heart of him!' These things the chiefs were crying out to Eoppo in their fear.'Over with the taro tops!' 'Let the alii have the half of a fish!'
"Eoppo, priest though he was, was likewise afraid, and his reason weakened before the sight of Kahekili in his haole coffin that would not sink.He seized me by the hair, drew me to my feet, and lifted the knife to plunge to my heart.And there was no resistance in me.I knew again only that I was very thirsty, and before my swimming eyes, in mid-air and close up, dangled the sanded tongue of the harpooner.
"But before the knife could fall and drive in, the thing happened that saved me.Akai, half-brother to Governor Boki, as you will remember, was steersman of the canoe, and, therefore, in the stern, was nearest to the coffin and its dead that would not sink.He was wild with fear, and he thrust out with the point of his paddle to fend off the coffined alii that seemed bent to come on board.The point of the paddle struck the glass.The glass broke--""And the coffin immediately sank," Hardman Pool broke in; "the air that floated it escaping through the broken glass.""The coffin immediately sank, being builded by the ship's carpenter like a boat," Kumuhana confirmed."And I, who was a moepuu, became a man once more.And I lived, though I died a thousand deaths from thirst before we gained back to the beach at Waikiki.
"And so, O Kanaka Oolea, the bones of Kahekili do not lie in the Royal Mausoleum.They are at the bottom of Molokai Channel, if not, long since, they have become floating dust of slime, or, builded into the bodies of the coral creatures dead and gone, are builded into the coral reef itself.Of men I am the one living who saw the bones of Kahekili sink into the Molokai Channel."In the pause that followed, wherein Hardman Pool was deep sunk in meditation, Kumuhana licked his dry lips many times.At the last he broke silence:
"The twelve dollars, Kanaka Oolea, for the jackass and the second- hand saddle and bridle?""The twelve dollars would be thine," Pool responded, passing to the ancient one six dollars and a half, "save that I have in my stable junk the very bridle and saddle for you which I shall give you.These six dollars and a half will buy you the perfectly suitable jackass of the pake" (Chinese) "at Kokako who told me only yesterday that such was the price."They sat on, Pool meditating, conning over and over to himself the Maori death-chant he had heard, and especially the line, "So dusk of eve came on," finding in it an intense satisfaction of beauty; Kumuhana licking his lips and tokening that he waited for something more.At last he broke silence.
"I have talked long, O Kanaka Oolea.There is not the enduring moistness in my mouth that was when I was young.It seems that afresh upon me is the thirst that was mine when tormented by the visioned tongue of the harpooner.The gin and milk is very good, O Kanaka Oolea, for a tongue that is like the harpooner's."A shadow of a smile flickered across Pool's face.He clapped his hands, and the little maid came running.
"Bring one glass of gin and milk for old Kumuhana," commanded Hardman Pool.
WAIKIKI, HONOLULU June 28, 1916.
