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Running past Chard, rifle in hand, the Manhikian launched a curse at the groaning man, who heard him not in his agony. Leaping from pool to pool over the rough, jagged coral, which cut and tore his feet and legs, the seaman sprang to Harvey's aid, and a hoarse sob of joy burst from him when he saw that he was not dead. "My thigh is broken, Roka.
And it doesn't harrow our feelings much if any one of us has to divorce a wife and get another; it only means a lot of new dresses and some guzzling, drinking, and speechifying, and some bother in teaching the new wife how to make bread. But your wife that died was a Manhikian another kind. They don't breed that sort here in the Marshalls. Think of it twice, Ned, before you marry her."
The native seaman, a big, square-shouldered Manhikian, looked around the main cabin for a second; then he darted into the second mate's cabin, and returned with a carpenter's broad axe. One smashing blow with the back of the tool started the lock, and a second sent the door flying open.
"No mercy shall they have," said the Manhikian grimly; "so rest thee content for a little while.... Aue!" He sprang to his feet, carbine in hand, for from out the thickset jungle there emerged a thing of horror to look upon. Chard, leaning upon his Winchester, was staggering down to the beach, with his lower jaw shot away.
Five or six men darted off, while the rest, under Roka's directions, quickly made a litter for Harvey, and placed him upon it. "Art thou in pain, master?" asked the giant Manhikian tenderly, as the bearers lifted the wounded man. "Ay, but let me smoke so that the pain may go. * Cowries. Roka himself ran off, picked up the hat and shells and brought them back; then he gave the word to march.
Roka, the big Manhikian native, whose brother had been killed, answered for himself and his comrades in the same tongue. "Ay, that is true. But yet it is hard that I, whose brother's blood is before my eyes and the smell of it in my nostrils, cannot see these men die. How can we tell, master, that men will judge them for their crimes?
Too weak from loss of blood to answer Malua's weeping inquiries, Harvey yet managed to smile at him, and indicate Roka by a wave of his hand. Then the Manhikian spoke. "No time is there now to tell ye all. Run back, some of ye, to the sua alii Atkins, and tell him that I have killed the man Chard, but that the captain hath escaped. Get thee each a rifle and follow him.
Soon after they had left Harvey the Manhikian and Huka parted, each preferring to take his own way, Roka laughingly telling his comrade that although he, Roka, had no spear, he would bring back a turtle. "In my land of Manihiki we trouble not about spears. We dive after the turtle and drag them ashore."
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