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"Now, here's our position: Luck has sent us a schooner and a certain quantity of labor. Good management and foresight has given us a lot of trade, provisions, and arms; all that will be useless if we don't act at once on a plan.
"If we let those fellows land here, and if they discover the position of the cache, it's quite on the cards they might try to rush us. They mustn't touch the ground here; they must be segregated over there at the fishing ground. We have a splendid strategical position, with a section of the reef impassable, or next to impassable, for if they tried to come along it they'd have to go so slow we could pick them off with our Winchesters.
"But that's all meeting trouble halfway. Our policy is to keep them happy after putting the fear of God into them.
"I shall land them to-night over there, but first of all I am going to show them exactly how things stand, and what they may expect if they make trouble.
"Now come back, and we will have a talk with Mr. Mountain Joe."
They came back to the tent, where the dusky bos'n was wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
[Pg 92]Isbel, who had been giving him refreshments, was standing by. When she saw Floyd and Schumer approaching, she went off toward the tent, and the three men found themselves alone.
Out in the lagoon lay the schooner, the crowd on her deck leaning on the bulwark rails, and evidently speculating on what might be going on ashore.
Joe, who had been seated, rose up, and Schumer, taking his seat on the sand beside Floyd, ordered the Kanaka to stand before him.
Schumer, taking a tobacco pouch from his pocket and a book of cigarette papers, proceeded to roll a cigarette. As he ran the tip of his tongue along the gummed edge of the paper he looked up at Joe.
"What made you tell that lie," said he, "about the fish poisoning?"
Joe started as though some one had made an attempt to strike him.
"What fish p'isonin', sah?"
"Now, don't you try any games with me," said Schumer, who had lighted his cigarette. "I know all about the affair, and I am going to see justice done. Your captain was killed, the mates were killed, and the other white man was done away with and hove overboard. I take it he was not a trader, but a labor recruiter. Don't open your mouth to lie, or I'll put a bullet in it!"
He put his hand in his pocket and drew out a revolver, which he placed on his thigh.
"You just hear me through, for I am going to tell you things. To begin with, I doubt if you had any hand in the killing. I judge you by your face. Had you any hand in it? You may speak."
[Pg 93]The man's lips were dry; his tongue could scarcely form the words:
"No, sah, it was not me."
"It was some of those Solomon Islanders?"
"Which was the one that did it? There's always one that takes the lead."
Joe was silent.
"Which was the one that did it?" asked Schumer again, without the least change in his voice, but with his hand now on the butt of the revolver.
"De big one, sah, wid de woolly head an' eyes so."
He tried to squint.
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