"O!he is clever,"said Mr.Tarleton,"and you can now see for yourself how dangerous.He was a party to the horrid death of the paralytic;he is accused of poisoning Adams;he drove Vigours out of the place by lies that might have led to murder;and there is no question but he has now made up his mind to rid himself of you.
How he means to try we have no guess;only be sure,it's something new.There is no end to his readiness and invention.""He gives himself a sight of trouble,"says I."And after all,what for?""Why,how many tons of copra may they make in this district?"asked the missionary.
"I daresay as much as sixty tons,"says I.
"And what is the profit to the local trader?"he asked.
"You may call it,three pounds,"said I.
"Then you can reckon for yourself how much he does it for,"said Mr.Tarleton."But the more important thing is to defeat him.It is clear he spread some report against Uma,in order to isolate and have his wicked will of her.Failing of that,and seeing a new rival come upon the scene,he used her in a different way.Now,the first point to find out is about Namu.Uma,when people began to leave you and your mother alone,what did Namu do?""Stop away all-e-same,"says Uma.
"I fear the dog has returned to his vomit,"said Mr.Tarleton.
"And now what am I to do for you?I will speak to Namu,I will warn him he is observed;it will be strange if he allow anything to go on amiss when he is put upon his guard.At the same time,this precaution may fail,and then you must turn elsewhere.You have two people at hand to whom you might apply.There is,first of all,the priest,who might protect you by the Catholic interest;they are a wretchedly small body,but they count two chiefs.And then there is old Faiaso.Ah!if it had been some years ago you would have needed no one else;but his influence is much reduced,it has gone into Maea's hands,and Maea,I fear,is one of Case's jackals.In fine,if the worst comes to the worst,you must send up or come yourself to Fale-alii,and,though I am not due at this end of the island for a month,I will just see what can be done."So Mr.Tarleton said farewell;and half an hour later the crew were singing and the paddles flashing in the missionary-boat.
CHAPTER IV.DEVIL-WORK.
NEAR a month went by without much doing.The same night of our marriage Galoshes called round,and made himself mighty civil,and got into a habit of dropping in about dark and smoking his pipe with the family.He could talk to Uma,of course,and started to teach me native and French at the same time.He was a kind old buffer,though the dirtiest you would wish to see,and he muddled me up with foreign languages worse than the tower of Babel.
That was one employment we had,and it made me feel less lonesome;but there was no profit in the thing,for though the priest came and sat and yarned,none of his folks could be enticed into my store;and if it hadn't been for the other occupation I struck out,there wouldn't have been a pound of copra in the house.This was the idea:Fa'avao (Uma's mother)had a score of bearing trees.Of course we could get no labour,being all as good as tabooed,and the two women and I turned to and made copra with our own hands.
It was copra to make your mouth water when it was done -I never understood how much the natives cheated me till I had made that four hundred pounds of my own hand -and it weighed so light I felt inclined to take and water it myself.
When we were at the job a good many Kanakas used to put in the best of the day looking on,and once that nigger turned up.He stood back with the natives and laughed and did the big don and the funny dog,till I began to get riled.
"Here,you nigger!"says I.
"I don't address myself to you,Sah,"says the nigger."Only speak to gen'le'um.""I know,"says I,"but it happens I was addressing myself to you,Mr.Black Jack.And all I want to know is just this:did you see Case's figurehead about a week ago?""No,Sah,"says he.
"That's all right,then,"says I;"for I'll show you the own brother to it,only black,in the inside of about two minutes."And I began to walk towards him,quite slow,and my hands down;only there was trouble in my eye,if anybody took the pains to look.
"You're a low,obstropulous fellow,Sab,"says he.
"You bet!"says I.
By that time he thought I was about as near as convenient,and lit out so it would have done your heart good to see him travel.And that was all I saw of that precious gang until what I am about to tell you.
It was one of my chief employments these days to go pot-hunting in the woods,which I found (as Case had told me)very rich in game.
I have spoken of the cape which shut up the village and my station from the east.A path went about the end of it,and led into the next bay.A strong wind blew here daily,and as the line of the barrier reef stopped at the end of the cape,a heavy surf ran on the shores of the bay.A little cliffy hill cut the valley in two parts,and stood close on the beach;and at high water the sea broke right on the face of it,so that all passage was stopped.
Woody mountains hemmed the place all round;the barrier to the east was particularly steep and leafy,the lower parts of it,along the sea,falling in sheer black cliffs streaked with cinnabar;the upper part lumpy with the tops of the great trees.Some of the trees were bright green,and some red,and the sand of the beach as black as your shoes.Many birds hovered round the bay,some of them snow-white;and the flying-fox (or vampire)flew there in broad daylight,gnashing its teeth.
For a long while I came as far as this shooting,and went no farther.There was no sign of any path beyond,and the cocoa-palms in the front of the foot of the valley were the last this way.For the whole "eye"of the island,as natives call the windward end,lay desert.From Falesa round about to Papa-malulu,there was neither house,nor man,nor planted fruit-tree;and the reef being mostly absent,and the shores bluff,the sea beat direct among crags,and there was scarce a landing-place.
