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The canoe with Tematau was to follow on later in the night when the tide turned, and when there would be more water on the upper sand flats of the lagoon. "Very well, Niâbon," I said in English, "now sit down and drink a cup of tea and eat a little. Then we can talk." "I have many things of which to tell thee, Simi," she said, "for I have been speaking long with the wife of the man Krause, and "
What is he like?" "Simi, oh, Simi, be not too hard with me; for though I can see many faces, they are new and strange to me. And they quickly become faint and dim, and then vanish but the sound of their voices seem to beat upon my closed ears and I cannot understand, Simi, I cannot understand." I took her hand in mine and pressed it gently.
The first houses I passed on the outskirts of the village were occupied only by women and children, who all gave me their usual cheerful greeting of Tiakapo, Simi!
Be that as it may, perhaps the reader will have a better explanation of the facts of the following narrative than the one with which I conclude it. On the afternoon of a warm day of June, some twenty summers since, I was making my way from Los Angeles to the coast by way of the San Fernando Valley and the road that runs through the Simi Hills.
It raced southward through Long Beach, Seal Beach and the deserted dunes to Newport and Balboa; it came east in a fury through Puente and Monrovia, northeastward it moved into Lancaster, Simi and Piru. Only in its course north did the weed show a slower pace; by the time we had been forced to leave Pomona for San Bernardino it had got no farther than Calabasas and Malibu.
How shall I steer?" "North-west, north-west," I muttered, as Lucia laid her cheek to mine, "north-west, but call me if the wind hauls to the northward." She bent oyer Lucia and touched her face softly. "Sleep, dear one, sleep till dawn," she said in a whisper, and then with a smile she turned to me. "Simi, thou too art tired, and must sleep even as Lucia sleepeth now. See, her eyes are closed.
There was a curious exhilaration in the air, and the natives shouted with glee whenever anything came down. The road was filled with débris from the storm, which had to be cleared away before any one could pass. In the evening I was told that both the Fiji man and Simi had been spitting blood. The Fiji man seems to have a touch of pneumonia.
"Simi," said Niâbon, clasping her little brown hands together at the back of her head, and leaning against the skylight, "we must return to the canoe ere the tide riseth, for, see, the sun is low down, and Lucia will think that some harm hath befallen us if we delay."
"It was no murder, Simi," she said steadily, and I felt that the girl was but right in her assertion; "it is no murder to strike and kill, and kill quickly, he who would slay the innocent and unoffending. That man was a devil." "What have you done with him, Niâbon?
There are many people who know 'twas thee and Tematau who slew him." "She will never know, Simi," she asserted earnestly; "there is but one man who could tell her, and him she will not ask." "Who is that?" I asked wonderingly. "Thyself." "Why should she not ask me? Her husband met his death in my house. I saw his body lying at my feet.
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