"What come along money belong him?"
Van Horn did mental arithmetic from the account.
"Altogether him make "m six tens pounds and two fella pounds gold money,"
was his translation of sixty-two pounds of wages. "I pay advance father belong him one ten pounds and five fella pounds. Him finish altogether four tens pounds and seven fella pounds."
"What name stop four tens pounds and seven fella pounds?" Nau-hau demanded, his tongue, but not his brain, encompa.s.sing so prodigious a sum.
Van Horn held up his hand.
"Too much hurry you fella Nau-hau. Him fella Sati buy "m slop chest along plantation two tens pounds and one fella pound. Belong Sati he finish altogether two tens pounds and six fella pounds."
"What name stop two tens pounds and six fella pounds?" Nau-hau continued inflexibly.
"Stop "m along me," the captain answered curtly.
"Give "m me two tens pounds and six fella pounds."
"Give "m you h.e.l.l," Van Horn refused, and in the blue of his eyes the black chief sensed the impression of the dynamite out of which white men seemed made, and felt his brain quicken to the vision of the b.l.o.o.d.y day he first encountered an explosion of dynamite and was hurled through the air.
"What name that old fella boy stop "m along canoe?" Van Horn asked, pointing to an old man in a canoe alongside. "Him father belong Sati?"
"Him father belong Sati," Nau-hau affirmed.
Van Horn motioned the old man in and on board, beckoned Borckman to take charge of the deck and of Nau-hau, and went below to get the money from his strong-box. When he returned, cavalierly ignoring the chief, he addressed himself to the old man.
"What name belong you?"
"Me fella Nino," was the quavering response. "Him fella Sati belong along me."
Van Horn glanced for verification to Nau-hau, who nodded affirmation in the reverse Solomon way; whereupon Van Horn counted twenty-six gold sovereigns into the hand of Sati"s father.
Immediately thereafter Nau-hau extended his hand and received the sum.
Twenty gold pieces the chief retained for himself, returning to the old man the remaining six. It was no quarrel of Van Horn"s. He had fulfilled his duty and paid properly. The tyranny of a chief over a subject was none of his business.
Both masters, white and black, were fairly contented with themselves. Van Horn had paid the money where it was due; Nau-hau, by virtue of kingship, had robbed Sati"s father of Sati"s labour before Van Horn"s eyes. But Nau-hau was not above strutting. He declined a proffered present of tobacco, bought a case of stick tobacco from Van Horn, paying him five pounds for it, and insisted on having it sawed open so that he could fill his pipe.
"Plenty good boy stop along Langa-Langa?" Van Horn, unperturbed, politely queried, in order to make conversation and advertise nonchalance.
The King o" Babylon grinned, but did not deign to reply.
"Maybe I go ash.o.r.e and walk about?" Van Horn challenged with tentative emphasis.
"Maybe too much trouble along you," Nau-hau challenged back. "Maybe plenty bad fella boy kai-kai along you."
Although Van Horn did not know it, at this challenge he experienced the hair-p.r.i.c.king sensations in his scalp that Jerry experienced when he bristled his back.
"Hey, Borckman," he called. "Man the whaleboat."
When the whaleboat was alongside, he descended into it first, superiorly, then invited Nau-hau to accompany him.
"My word, King o" Babylon," he muttered in the chief"s ears as the boat"s crew bent to the oars, "one fella boy make "m trouble, I shoot "m h.e.l.l outa you first thing. Next thing I shoot "m h.e.l.l outa Langa-Langa. All the time you me fella walk about, you walk about along me. You no like walk about along me, you finish close up altogether."
And ash.o.r.e, a white man alone, attended by an Irish terrier puppy with a heart flooded with love and by a black king resentfully respectful of the dynamite of the white man, Van Horn went, swashbuckling barelegged through a stronghold of three thousand souls, while his white mate, addicted to schnapps, held the deck of the tiny craft at anchor off sh.o.r.e, and while his black boat"s crew, oars in hands, held the whaleboat stern-on to the beach to receive the expected flying leap of the man they served but did not love, and whose head they would eagerly take any time were it not for fear of him.
Van Horn had had no intention of going ash.o.r.e, and that he went ash.o.r.e at the black chief"s insolent challenge was merely a matter of business. For an hour he strolled about, his right hand never far from the b.u.t.t of the automatic that lay along his groin, his eyes never too far from the unwilling Nau-hau beside him. For Nau-hau, in sullen volcanic rage, was ripe to erupt at the slightest opportunity. And, so strolling, Van Horn was given to see what few white men have seen, for Langa-Langa and her sister islets, beautiful beads strung along the lee coast of Malaita, were as unique as they were unexplored.
Originally these islets had been mere sand-banks and coral reefs awash in the sea or shallowly covered by the sea. Only a hunted, wretched creature, enduring incredible hardship, could have eked out a miserable existence upon them. But such hunted, wretched creatures, survivors of village ma.s.sacres, escapes from the wrath of chiefs and from the long-pig fate of the cooking-pot, did come, and did endure. They, who knew only the bush, learned the salt water and developed the salt-water-man breed.
They learned the ways of the fish and the sh.e.l.l-fish, and they invented hooks and lines, nets and fish-traps, and all the diverse cunning ways by which swimming meat can be garnered from the shifting, unstable sea.
Such refugees stole women from the mainland, and increased and multiplied. With herculean labour, under the burning sun, they conquered the sea. They walled the confines of their coral reefs and sand-banks with coral-rock stolen from the mainland on dark nights. Fine masonry, without mortar or cutting chisel, they builded to withstand the ocean surge. Likewise stolen from the mainland, as mice steal from human habitations when humans sleep, they stole canoe-loads, and millions of canoe-loads, of fat, rich soil.
Generations and centuries pa.s.sed, and, behold, in place of naked sandbanks half awash were walled citadels, perforated with launching-ways for the long canoes, protected against the mainland by the lagoons that were to them their narrow seas. Coconut palms, banana trees, and lofty breadfruit trees gave food and sun-shelter. Their gardens prospered.
Their long, lean war-canoes ravaged the coasts and visited vengeance for their forefathers upon the descendants of them that had persecuted and desired to eat.
Like the refugees and renegades who slunk away in the salt marshes of the Adriatic and builded the palaces of powerful Venice on her deep-sunk piles, so these wretched hunted blacks builded power until they became masters of the mainland, controlling traffic and trade-routes, compelling the bushmen for ever after to remain in the bush and never to dare attempt the salt-water.
And here, amidst the fat success and insolence of the sea-people, Van Horn swaggered his way, taking his chance, incapable of believing that he might swiftly die, knowing that he was building good future business in the matter of recruiting labour for the plantations of other adventuring white men on far islands who dared only less greatly than he.
And when, at the end of an hour, Van Horn pa.s.sed Jerry into the sternsheets of the whaleboat and followed, he left on the beach a stunned and wondering royal black, who, more than ever before, was respectful of the dynamite-compounded white men who brought to him stick tobacco, calico, knives and hatchets, and inexorably extracted from such trade a profit.
CHAPTER XI
Back on board, Van Horn immediately hove short, hoisted sail, broke out the anchor, and filled away for the ten-mile beat up the lagoon to windward that would fetch Somo. On the way, he stopped at Binu to greet Chief Johnny and land a few Binu returns. Then it was on to Somo, and to the end of voyaging for ever of the _Arangi_ and of many that were aboard of her.
Quite the opposite to his treatment at Langa-Langa was that accorded Van Horn at Somo. Once the return boys were put ash.o.r.e, and this was accomplished no later than three-thirty in the afternoon, he invited Chief Bashti on board. And Chief Bashti came, very nimble and active despite his great age, and very good-natured--so good-natured, in fact, that he insisted on bringing three of his elderly wives on board with him. This was unprecedented. Never had he permitted any of his wives to appear before a white man, and Van Horn felt so honoured that he presented each of them with a gay clay pipe and a dozen sticks of tobacco.
Late as the afternoon was, trade was brisk, and Bashti, who had taken the lion"s share of the wages due to the fathers of two boys who had died, bought liberally of the _Arangi"s_ stock. When Bashti promised plenty of fresh recruits, Van Horn, used to the changeableness of the savage mind, urged signing them up right away. Bashti demurred, and suggested next day. Van Horn insisted that there was no time like the present, and so well did he insist that the old chief sent a canoe ash.o.r.e to round up the boys who had been selected to go away to the plantations.
"Now, what do you think?" Van Horn asked of Borckman, whose eyes were remarkably fishy. "I never saw the old rascal so friendly. Has he got something up his sleeve?"
The mate stared at the many canoes alongside, noted the numbers of women in them, and shook his head.
"When they"re starting anything they always send the Marys into the bush," he said.
"You never can tell about these n.i.g.g.e.rs," the captain grumbled. "They may be short on imagination, but once in a while they do figure out something new. Now Bashti"s the smartest old n.i.g.g.e.r I"ve ever seen.
What"s to prevent his figuring out that very bet and playing it in reverse? Just because they"ve never had their women around when trouble was on the carpet is no reason that they will always keep that practice."
"Not even Bashti"s got the savvee to pull a trick like that," Borckman objected. "He"s just feeling good and liberal. Why, he"s bought forty pounds of goods from you already. That"s why he wants to sign on a new batch of boys with us, and I"ll bet he"s hoping half of them die so"s he can have the spending of their wages."
All of which was most reasonable. Nevertheless, Van Horn shook his head.
"All the same keep your eyes sharp on everything," he cautioned. "And remember, the two of us mustn"t ever be below at the same time. And no more schnapps, mind, until we"re clear of the whole kit and caboodle."
Bashti was incredibly lean and prodigiously old. He did not know how old he was himself, although he did know that no person in his tribe had been alive when he was a young boy in the village. He remembered the days when some of the old men, still alive, had been born; and, unlike him, they were now decrepit, shaken with palsy, blear-eyed, toothless of mouth, deaf of ear, or paralysed. All his own faculties remained unimpaired. He even boasted a dozen worn fangs of teeth, gum-level, on which he could still chew. Although he no longer had the physical endurance of youth, his thinking was as original and clear as it had always been. It was due to his thinking that he found his tribe stronger than when he had first come to rule it. In his small way he had been a Melanesian Napoleon. As a warrior, the play of his mind had enabled him to beat back the bushmen"s boundaries. The scars on his withered body attested that he had fought to the fore. As a Law-giver, he had encouraged and achieved strength and efficiency within his tribe. As a statesman, he had always kept one thought ahead of the thoughts of the neighbouring chiefs in the making of treaties and the granting of concessions.