He had no doubt it was Manuma who had flung the knife. He had escaped death by three inches. He was not angry. On the contrary, he was in high spirits; the adventure exhilarated him, and when they got back to the house, calling for drinks, he rubbed his hands gleefully.
"I"ll make them pay for this!"
His little eyes twinkled. He blew himself out like a turkey-c.o.c.k, and for the second time within half an hour insisted on telling Mackintosh every detail of the affair. Then he asked him to play piquet, and while they played he boasted of his intentions. Mackintosh listened with tightened lips.
"But why should you grind them down like this?" he asked. "Twenty pounds is precious little for the work you want them to do."
"They ought to be precious thankful I give them anything."
"Hang it all, it"s not your own money. The government allots you a reasonable sum. They won"t complain if you spend it."
"They"re a bunch of fools at Apia."
Mackintosh saw that Walker"s motive was merely vanity. He shrugged his shoulders.
"It won"t do you much good to score off the fellows at Apia at the cost of your life."
"Bless you, they wouldn"t hurt me, these people. They couldn"t do without me. They worship me. Manuma is a fool. He only threw that knife to frighten me."
The next day Walker rode over again to the village. It was called Matautu. He did not get off his horse. When he reached the chief"s house he saw that the men were sitting round the floor in a circle, talking, and he guessed they were discussing again the question of the road. The Samoan huts are formed in this way: Trunks of slender trees are placed in a circle at intervals of perhaps five or six feet; a tall tree is set in the middle and from this downwards slopes the thatched roof. Venetian blinds of coconut leaves can be pulled down at night or when it is raining. Ordinarily the hut is open all round so that the breeze can blow through freely. Walker rode to the edge of the hut and called out to the chief.
"Oh, there, Tangatu, your son left his knife in a tree last night. I have brought it back to you."
He flung it down on the ground in the midst of the circle, and with a low burst of laughter ambled off.
On Monday he went out to see if they had started work. There was no sign of it. He rode through the village. The inhabitants were about their ordinary avocations. Some were weaving mats of the panda.n.u.s leaf, one old man was busy with a _kava_ bowl, the children were playing, the women went about their household ch.o.r.es. Walker, a smile on his lips, came to the chief"s house.
"_Talofa-li_," said the chief.
"_Talofa_," answered Walker.
Manuma was making a net. He sat with a cigarette between his lips and looked up at Walker with a smile of triumph.
"You have decided that you will not make the road?"
The chief answered.
"Not unless you pay us one hundred pounds."
"You will regret it." He turned to Manuma. "And you, my lad, I shouldn"t wonder if your back was very sore before you"re much older."
He rode away chuckling. He left the natives vaguely uneasy. They feared the fat sinful old man, and neither the missionaries" abuse of him nor the scorn which Manuma had learnt in Apia made them forget that he had a devilish cunning and that no man had ever braved him without in the long run suffering for it. They found out within twenty-four hours what scheme he had devised. It was characteristic. For next morning a great band of men, women, and children came into the village and the chief men said that they had made a bargain with Walker to build the road. He had offered them twenty pounds and they had accepted. Now the cunning lay in this, that the Polynesians have rules of hospitality which have all the force of laws; an etiquette of absolute rigidity made it necessary for the people of the village not only to give lodging to the strangers, but to provide them with food and drink as long as they wished to stay. The inhabitants of Matautu were outwitted. Every morning the workers went out in a joyous band, cut down trees, blasted rocks, levelled here and there and then in the evening tramped back again, and ate and drank, ate heartily, danced, sang hymns, and enjoyed life. For them it was a picnic. But soon their hosts began to wear long faces; the strangers had enormous appet.i.tes, and the plantains and the bread-fruit vanished before their rapacity; the alligator-pear trees, whose fruit sent to Apia might sell for good money, were stripped bare. Ruin stared them in the face. And then they found that the strangers were working very slowly. Had they received a hint from Walker that they might take their time? At this rate by the time the road was finished there would not be a sc.r.a.p of food in the village. And worse than this, they were a laughing-stock; when one or other of them went to some distant hamlet on an errand he found that the story had got there before him, and he was met with derisive laughter. There is nothing the Kanaka can endure less than ridicule. It was not long before much angry talk pa.s.sed among the sufferers. Manuma was no longer a hero; he had to put up with a good deal of plain speaking, and one day what Walker had suggested came to pa.s.s: a heated argument turned into a quarrel and half a dozen of the young men set upon the chief"s son and gave him such a beating that for a week he lay bruised and sore on the panda.n.u.s mats. He turned from side to side and could find no ease. Every day or two the administrator rode over on his old mare and watched the progress of the road. He was not a man to resist the temptation of taunting the fallen foe, and he missed no opportunity to rub into the shamed inhabitants of Matautu the bitterness of their humiliation. He broke their spirit. And one morning, putting their pride in their pockets, a figure of speech, since pockets they had not, they all set out with the strangers and started working on the road. It was urgent to get it done quickly if they wanted to save any food at all, and the whole village joined in. But they worked silently, with rage and mortification in their hearts, and even the children toiled in silence. The women wept as they carried away bundles of brushwood. When Walker saw them he laughed so much that he almost rolled out of his saddle. The news spread quickly and tickled the people of the island to death. This was the greatest joke of all, the crowning triumph of that cunning old white man whom no Kanaka had ever been able to circ.u.mvent; and they came from distant villages, with their wives and children, to look at the foolish folk who had refused twenty pounds to make the road and now were forced to work for nothing. But the harder they worked the more easily went the guests. Why should they hurry, when they were getting good food for nothing and the longer they took about the job the better the joke became? At last the wretched villagers could stand it no longer, and they were come this morning to beg the administrator to send the strangers back to their own homes. If he would do this they promised to finish the road themselves for nothing. For him it was a victory complete and unqualified. They were humbled. A look of arrogant complacence spread over his large, naked face, and he seemed to swell in his chair like a great bullfrog. There was something sinister in his appearance, so that Mackintosh shivered with disgust. Then in his booming tones he began to speak.
"Is it for my good that I make the road? What benefit do you think I get out of it? It is for you, so that you can walk in comfort and carry your copra in comfort. I offered to pay you for your work, though it was for your own sake the work was done. I offered to pay you generously. Now _you_ must pay. I will send the people of Manua back to their homes if you will finish the road and pay the twenty pounds that I have to pay them."
There was an outcry. They sought to reason with him. They told him they had not the money. But to everything they said he replied with brutal gibes. Then the clock struck.
"Dinner time," he said. "Turn them all out."
He raised himself heavily from his chair and walked out of the room.
When Mackintosh followed him he found him already seated at table, a napkin tied round his neck, holding his knife and fork in readiness for the meal the Chinese cook was about to bring. He was in high spirits.
"I did "em down fine," he said, as Mackintosh sat down. "I shan"t have much trouble with the roads after this."
"I suppose you were joking," said Mackintosh icily.
"What do you mean by that?"
"You"re not really going to make them pay twenty pounds?"
"You bet your life I am."
"I"m not sure you"ve got any right to."
"Ain"t you? I guess I"ve got the right to do any d.a.m.ned thing I like on this island."
"I think you"ve bullied them quite enough."
Walker laughed fatly. He did not care what Mackintosh thought.
"When I want your opinion I"ll ask for it." Mackintosh grew very white.
He knew by bitter experience that he could do nothing but keep silence, and the violent effort at self-control made him sick and faint. He could not eat the food that was before him and with disgust he watched Walker shovel meat into his vast mouth. He was a dirty feeder, and to sit at table with him needed a strong stomach. Mackintosh shuddered. A tremendous desire seized him to humiliate that gross and cruel man; he would give anything in the world to see him in the dust, suffering as much as he had made others suffer. He had never loathed the bully with such loathing as now.
The day wore on. Mackintosh tried to sleep after dinner, but the pa.s.sion in his heart prevented him; he tried to read, but the letters swam before his eyes. The sun beat down pitilessly, and he longed for rain; but he knew that rain would bring no coolness; it would only make it hotter and more steamy. He was a native of Aberdeen and his heart yearned suddenly for the icy winds that whistled through the granite streets of that city. Here he was a prisoner, imprisoned not only by that placid sea, but by his hatred for that horrible old man. He pressed his hands to his aching head. He would like to kill him. But he pulled himself together. He must do something to distract his mind, and since he could not read he thought he would set his private papers in order.
It was a job which he had long meant to do and which he had constantly put off. He unlocked the drawer of his desk and took out a handful of letters. He caught sight of his revolver. An impulse, no sooner realised than set aside, to put a bullet through his head and so escape from the intolerable bondage of life flashed through his mind. He noticed that in the damp air the revolver was slightly rusted, and he got an oil rag and began to clean it. It was while he was thus occupied that he grew aware of someone slinking round the door. He looked up and called:
"Who is there?"
There was a moment"s pause, then Manuma showed himself.
"What do you want?"
The chief"s son stood for a moment, sullen and silent, and when he spoke it was with a strangled voice.
"We can"t pay twenty pounds. We haven"t the money."
"What am I to do?" said Mackintosh. "You heard what Mr Walker said."
Manuma began to plead, half in Samoan and half in English. It was a sing-song whine, with the quavering intonations of a beggar, and it filled Mackintosh with disgust. It outraged him that the man should let himself be so crushed. He was a pitiful object.
"I can do nothing," said Mackintosh irritably. "You know that Mr Walker is master here."
Manuma was silent again. He still stood in the doorway.
"I am sick," he said at last. "Give me some medicine."
"What is the matter with you?"