A young man stepped out from among the crowd, and Palmer, taking the rifle from the boy who held it, placed it in his hand. He was the brother of the girl whom Jinaban had shot through the legs and left to die of starvation and thirst.
Slowly the young native raised the rifle to his shoulder, glanced along the barrel, then grounded it on the sand.
"I cannot do it," he said, handing the weapon back. Jinaban heard and laughed.
"Just what I thought would happen," muttered Palmer to Porter. "We must hurry things along, even if we have to do it ourselves," and then, raising his voice, he called out--
"Ten silver dollars to the man who will shoot Jinaban."
No one moved, and a low murmur pa.s.sed from lip to lip among the crowded natives. A minute pa.s.sed.
"Oh, cowards!" said Palmer scornfully. "Twenty dollars!"
"Double it," said the half-caste in a low voice; "and be quick. I can see some of Jinaban"s people looking ugly."
"Forty dollars, then, and ten tins of biscuit to him who will kill this dog. See, he mocks at us all."
A short, square-built man--a connection by marriage of the murderer"s brother, Rao--sprang into the open, s.n.a.t.c.hed the rifle from Palmer"s hand, and levelled it at Jinaban. But as his eye met those of the dreaded outlaw his hand shook. He lowered the weapon, and turned to the white man.
"Parma," he said, giving back the rifle to Porter, "I cannot do it; for his eye hath killed my heart."
"Ha!" laughed Jinaban, and the group of Ijeet men swayed to and fro, and a savage light came into Palmer"s eyes. He looked at Porter, who at that moment raised the rifle and fired, and a man who was approaching Jinaban, knife in hand, to cut his bonds, spun round and fell upon the sand with a broken back. In a moment the crowd of Ijeet men drew off.
"Back, back," cried the half-caste, fiercely, springing towards them and menacing them with the b.u.t.t of his empty rifle, and then hurling it from him he leaped back and picked up something that stood leaning up against the wall of Palmer"s boat-shed. It was a carpenter"s broad-axe--a fearful looking weapon, with a stout handle and a blade fourteen inches across.
"Look," he cried. "This man must die. And all the men of Ailap are cowards, else would this murderer and devil now be dead, and his blood running out upon the sand. But, as for me who fear him not--see!"
He took two steps forward to Jinaban and swung the axe. It clove through the murderer"s s.h.a.ggy head and sank deep down into his chest.
Two days later Sepe, who had made her peace with Palmer"s wife, met the sailor as he was walking down to the beach to bathe.
"Wilt thou keep thy promise and marry me?" she asked.
"No," answered the half-caste, pushing her aside roughly; "marriage with thee or any other woman is not to my mind. But go to the white man and he will give thee the forty dollars and ten tins of biscuit instead.
Something thou dost deserve, but it shall not be me."