The Kendrick gazette. [volume] (Kendrick, Idaho) 1892-1968, 1912-02-02


sick boy who had died.
go on" she commanded.
"BawO take IN medicine. Bawo I'm
fish. Bawo my brother. You pay me.
Father belong me one big fella chief
along Port Adams. You pay me-"
Joan laughed.
'Gogoomy. you just the same as
Aroa, one big fool. My word. who
pay me for medicine?"
She dismissed the matter by passing
through the gate and closing it. But
Gogoomy pressed up against it and
said impudently:
Father belong me one big fella
chief You no bang m head belong
me. My word, you fright too much"
''Me fMght?" she demanded, while
anger tingled all through her.
'Too much fright bang IN head be-
long me-" Gogoomy said proudly.
And then she reached for him across
the gate and got him. 1t was a sweep
ing, broad handed slap, SO heavy that
he staggered sideways and nearly fell.
He sprang for the gate as If to force
1t open, while the crowd surged for
ward against the fence. Joan thought
rapidly, Her revolver was hanging
ON the wall Of her grass house. Yet
one cry would bring her sailors, and
she knew she was safe. So she did
not cry for help. Instead, she whistled
for Satan, at the same time calling
him by name She knew he was shut
up in the living room, but the blacks
did not wait to see. They fed with
wild yells through the darkness, fol-
lowed reluctantly by Gogoomy, while
she entered the bungalow, laughing at
first, but finally vexed to the verge of
tears by what had taken place She
had sat up whole night with the boy
who had died, and yet his brother de
manded to be paid for his life.
ugh! The ungrateful beast!' she
muttered, while she debated whether
or not she would confess the incident
to Sheldon.
"And so it was all settled easily
enough" Sheldon was saying. He was
on the veranda, drinking coffee. The
whaleboat was being carried into its
she'd Boucher was a bit timid at
first to carry off the situation with a
strong hand, but he did very well once
we got started. We made play at
holding a court, and Telepasse, the old
scoundrel, accepted the findings. He's a
Port Adams chief, filthy beggar. We
fined him ten times the value of the
pigs and made him move on with his
mob. Oh, they're a sweet lot, l must
cay, at least sixty Of them, in five big
canoes, and out for trouble. They've
got a dozen Sniders that ought to be
confiscated."
"Why didn't youT" Joan asked.
"And have row on my hands with
the commissioner? He's terribly
touchy about his black wards, as he
calls them. Well, we started them
along their way, though they went in
on the beach to kai-kai several miles
back. They ought to pass here some
time today"
Two hours later the canoes arrived.
No one saw them come. The house
boys were busy in the kitchen at their
own breakfast. The plantation hands
were similarly occupied in their quar-.
tiers. Satan lay sound asleep on his
back under the billiard table. in his
sleep brushing at the flies that pes
tered him. Joan was rummaging III
the storeroom, and Sheldon was taking
his siesta in hammock on the We
randa. He awoke gently. In some
occult, subtle way warning that all
was not well had penetrated his SLEEP
and reused him. Without moving he
glanced down and saw the ground be-
meath covered with armed savages
They were the same ones he had
parted with that morning, though he
noted an accession in numbers. There
were men he had not seen before.
He slipped from the hammock and
with deliberate slowness sauntered te
the railing. where he yawned sleepily
and looked down on them. 1t came t.
him curiousIy that 1t was the destiny
ever to stand on this high place look
ing down ON amending hordes Of blacf
trouble that required control. bullying
and cajolery. But while he glanced
carelessly over them he was keenly
taking stock. The new men were al
armed with modern rifles All, he hat
thought so. There were fifteen o.
them, undoubtedly the Lunga runa
ways. In addition a dozen old Snider'
were in the hands of the origina
crowd. These were the very sam,