In about an hour, Kalaua returned, trembling with rage. "It"s no use,"
he cried, "I can"t turn them off. They _will_ camp there. I"ve said my best, but I can"t dislodge them: they must take their lives in their own hands." And he flung himself like a sulky child into an American rocking-chair on the broad verandah.
As for Kea, I saw her look up suddenly, with a wild flash of relief coming over her white face. Next moment, a fixed despair succeeded it.
"No use, no use," she seemed to say to herself. "They will have to go yet. A respite, perhaps, but not a rescue."
Kalaua sat and rocked himself moodily up and down like one who resolves some desperate adventure.
When Frank returned late at night to Kalaua"s, he told me the full story of that hasty interview. The old Hawaiian had gone up to the mountain determined to put a stop to the camp on the platform at all hazards. At first, his manner was all politeness and sweet reasonableness. He offered them water from the well at his own house, and he had come, he said, with the utmost suavity, to save them from choosing an unsuitable spot, and putting themselves in the end to immense inconvenience by having to move to some better position. He pointed out a thousand imaginary disadvantages in their present site, and a thousand equally imaginary points of superiority in the one he himself had selected for them. He knew the mountain from top to bottom: no one could choose as well as he could. But the officers stuck to their point steadily. This was the place to observe the eclipse from, and here they meant to camp out accordingly.
Wouldn"t they at least sleep down at his house? No, thanks, they p>referred to camp out by themselves, according to orders, here on the open. Then Kalaua began to lose his temper. What right had they, he asked in a threatening voice, to come trespa.s.sing there on private property? The first lieutenant responded promptly by showing a letter from the King at Honolulu, authorizing the officers and men of the _Hornet_ to choose a place for themselves anywhere on the open summit of Mauna Loa, all of which was Government demesne, with the solitary exception of Kalaua"s garden. The old native"s anger grew hotter and hotter. They couldn"t say why, but it was quite clear that some private end of his own would be interfered with if the officers were allowed to camp out within view of the crater and the Floor of the Hawaiians. I had very little doubt myself, from what Frank told me, that some native superst.i.tion was at the bottom of his objection. I thought it probable there was a taboo upon the place--it was in all likelihood a seared spot of Pele"s.
I remembered the fate of the man who trod the Floor of Pele and I wondered what would happen to our friends from the _Hornet_. However, in the end, as the naval men refused to be moved by either threats or entreaties, Kalaua retired at last in silent wrath, muttering to himself some unintelligible words about the folly of white men and the might of the volcano.
"Take care," he cried, as he turned on his heel, flinging back his last words at them. "You"ve chosen the most dangerous spot on the whole mountain. It reeks with fire. The rock about there is all inflammable.
Mauna Loa will take care of itself. If you drop a match upon it, it"ll burn like sulphur."
The officers laughed and took no more notice. They didn"t know as well as I did how deep and fierce a hold heathendom still exercised over the minds and actions of these half-savage natives.
When Frank told me all this in the silence of our own rooms by ourselves that evening, my heart somehow sank ominously within me. "Frank," I said, "I don"t know why, but I"m sure there"s mischief brewing somewhere for us and for Kea. I wish we knew something more about this man Maloka they"re always talking about. I feel that some terrible plan is on foot for that poor girl"s marriage. The mystery darkens everywhere around us.
Thank heaven, the English sailors have come to protect us."
"I asked several natives about Maloka to-day," Frank replied quietly; "but though they all knew the name, they only laughed, and refused to answer. They seemed to think it an excellent joke. One of them said he didn"t trouble himself at all about people like Maloka. And then they all looked very serious, and glanced around as if they thought he might possibly hear them. But when I asked if Maloka lived near by, behind the peaks, they burst into roars of laughter again, and advised me not to be too inquisitive."
"Strange," I answered. "He seems to live close here upon the summit, and yet we never happen to come across him."
"Where"s Kalaua now?" Frank asked.
"Gone out," I answered. "He went away early in the evening. Perhaps he"s visiting his friend Maloka."
"I wish I could follow him," Frank cried eagerly. "I"d like to catch this Maloka by the throat, whoever he is, and I"ll bet you sixpence, if I once caught him he"d be pretty well choked before I let him go again."
"Did the _Hornet"s_ men send down for water to Kalaua"s well?" I asked.
"Oh, yes," Frank answered. "They took up some pailfuls."
"Humph!" I said. "I hope Kalaua hasn"t put anything ugly into it."
CHAPTER XI
That night, like the nights before, I tossed and turned on my bed incessantly. The pain in my leg had come back once more. It was long before I dropped asleep by degrees. When I did sleep, I slept very heavily, almost as if some one had drugged or tampered with my drink at dinner.
In the stillness of the night, a sound again awoke me. I raised my head and gazed up suddenly. Could this be Kalaua and his friend again? No, not this time. A red glare poured in at the window. And it was Frank who stood with a warning finger uplifted close by my bedside in the glow of Mauna Loa.
"Tom," he whispered in a hoa.r.s.e, low voice, "there"s foul play going on, I"m certain. I see n.o.body in Kalaua"s room, and just look how red it all is to eastward."
At the word, I jumped out of bed awkwardly, and crept to the window as well as my injured limb would permit me. Sure enough, a lurid light hung over the peak where the sailors were encamped: "Give me the gla.s.s!" I cried. Frank handed it to me hastily. I looked and saw a great glare of fire surrounding the tents with their white awnings. At first my eyes told me no more than that: after a while, as I grew more and more accustomed to the gloom, I could see that a dozen little points of fire were blazing away around the frail canvas shelters.
"There"s something up on Mauna Loa," I cried. "An eruption!" Frank inquired with bated breath.
"No, no," I answered. "Not a mere eruption. Worse than that--a fire, an incendiary fire. The ground around them seems to be all one blaze."
"Kalaua said it was inflammable, you remember," Frank cried.
"But sulphur would never burn like that," I answered. "I fancy he must mean to turn them out by fair means or foul; and as far as I can see he"s succeeding in his object."
"You think it"s he who"s set it on fire then?" Frank asked curiously.
"Run up and see," I answered. "The sailors are awake and moving about hastily; but perhaps you may yet be of some use to them."
"All right," Frank answered, "I"ll be with them like wildfire."
In a minute he had tumbled into his coat and trousers, pulled on his boots, clapped his hat on his head, and run out lightly up the road to the encampment. By the time he reached the burning summit, I could see with the gla.s.s that the whole camp was in a perfect turmoil of wild confusion. The sailors were rapidly unpegging the tents and carrying away the instruments from the burning patch to a place of safety lower down the mountain. I could make out Frank joining eagerly in the task; he was helping them now with all his heart and soul. I only wished I too was there to second him. In this struggle of science against savage malignancy, my indignant sympathy went fiercely out on the side of knowledge. But my lame leg kept me painfully inactive.
Presently, in the dim light, far nearer home, I saw two men creep slowly down the crater path from the summit: two skulking men, with native scarves tied loosely round their waists; tall and erect, lithe and cautious. I recognized them at once; one was Kalaua, the other was his visitor of the preceding evening. They crept down with the air of men engaged on some criminal undertaking. In their hands they bore two empty tin kegs: I knew the shape well; they were American petroleum cans!
Like lightning the truth flashed through my startled brain. For some reason or other best known to themselves, these two secret votaries of an almost extinct faith desired to dislodge the eclipse-observing party from the peak that overhung and commanded the crater. They feared perhaps the wrath of their hideous G.o.ddess. Unable to move the Englishmen by force of reasoning, they had tried to drive them out from this sacred site by means of fire. They had saturated the porous and sulphurous soil here and there with petroleum. No pity, no remorse; they must have meant to burn them as they lay, for then, applying a match to it quietly, they had stolen away, leaving the flames to fight the battle in their absence against the sleeping white men, whom they had perhaps supplied with drugged water from the well in the garden.
At the gate they separated. It was a weird sight. Neither spoke, but both together bowed down thrice in the direction of the steaming crater.
After that each placed his palms against his neighbour"s. Then Kalaua stalked silently on towards his own house; his companion descended the zig-zag path that led right down to the Floor of the Strangers.
Could Maloka live in some cave of the platform? It was terrible to dwell in an atmosphere like this--an atmosphere of doubt, suspicion, and heathen treachery. Save for Kea"s sake I would have left it at once.
But Kea"s fate bound me still to the spot. I must learn the truth about this terrible marriage.
For half an hour I sat and watched, while the observers on the hill-top ran to and fro in their eager desire to save their tents and baggage from the menaced destruction. Happily, they had waked before the fire reached them. At the end of that time, Frank and the first lieutenant came down with news. "How goes the fire?" I asked in breathless eagerness.
"Almost under now," the officer answered cheerily. "We"ve managed to put it out somehow for the present. But what can you do in the way of putting out fire when the very earth under your feet"s inflammable! I never saw stuff burn like that. The flames spread at first on every side with just wonderful rapidity."
"Ah," I put in as carelessly as I could. "Lava, I suppose, and sulphur, and so forth?"
"H"m," the lieutenant answered with a dubious sniff. "_You_ may call it sulphur and lava if you like; but for my part, I think it smelt precious like petroleum."
"You don"t mean to say so!" I cried, astonished at this independent confirmation of my worst suspicions.
"Yes, I do," he answered. "That"s just about the name of it. And petroleum doesn"t grow of itself in Hawaii."
"Tom," my brother said, coming up to me quietly, and speaking in a very unwonted whisper; "this is not the place to discuss all these things.
The sooner you and I can get out of it the better. It"s my belief Kalaua has saturated the ground with something and set it on fire."
"I don"t know what particular heathen did it," the officer put in with a confident tone; "but of this I"m sure, that somebody"s poured coal oil all over the place. I smelt it distinctly. Now, I don"t mind camping out on volcanoes or craters when they"re left to themselves, but I"m hanged if I like them when they"re stirred up with coal oil to go burning down the tent over a fellow"s head. It"s clear these Sandwich Islanders are inhospitable folk; they don"t mean to let us pitch our tents on that particular spot; and if they can"t turn us out one way, why then they"ll turn us out in another. As it is, we"ve lost already two of our tents, and it was a blessing we didn"t lose the whole lot together, not to mention the lives of Her Majesty"s lieges to our care committed, for we were snoring most peacefully when the fire began."
"How did it all happen?" I asked with interest.
"Why, just like this. We were lying asleep, like warriors taking their rest, on our own mattresses--sound asleep, every man Jack of us--when I saw a glare shining under the tent, which I suppose would never have woke me if a spark hadn"t happened to fall on my forehead. My first idea was that the volcano had got up an eruption on purpose in our honour: but when I got outside and looked at the ground, I came to the conclusion it couldn"t be that for various reasons, and I set it down to your friend the native. For one thing, the place just reeked of petroleum, and for another, it was only alight on the surface, in half-a-dozen different places at once, exactly as if somebody had set a match to it."
"And what did you do then?" I inquired.