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As they returned along the path they came upon a black who whimpered and cried vociferously. "Shut up mouth belong you!" Worth shouted. "What name you make 'm noise?" "Him fella Koho finish along two fella bulla-macow," the black answered, drawing a forefinger significantly across his throat. "He's knifed the cows," Grief said. "That means no more milk for some time for you, Worth.
It was also labelled Scotch, but its content was liniment which Worth had mixed for the horses and neglected to put away. As Wallenstein worked, he glanced through the window and saw Koho coming up the compound path. He was limping very rapidly, but when he came along the veranda and entered the room his gait was slow and dignified.
They won't come out in the open and attack you. Keep the work-gangs close. Stop the clearing till this blows over. They'll get any detached gangs you send out. And, whatever you do, don't be fooled into going into the bush after Koho. If you do, he'll get you. All you've got to do is wait for McTavish. I'll send him up with a bunch of his Malaita bush-men. He's the only man who can go inside.
And we shall continue not to interfere. It is a devil island, and old Koho is the big chief devil of them all. We never could bring him to terms. He is a liar, and he is no fool. He is a black Napoleon, a head-hunting, man-eating Talleyrand. I remember six years ago, when I landed there in the British cruiser.
It dawned on him that a trick had been played, and into his eyes came an expression of hatred and malignancy so primitive, so abysmal, that it sent the chills up and down Denby's spine. Koho arose proudly. "Me go along," he said. "You sing out one fella boat stop along me."
Worth and Captain Ward, of the Wonder, greeted Koho, but Worth frowned at sight of the Snider, for it was one of his tambos that no visiting bushman should carry a weapon on the plantation. Rifles had a nasty way of going off at the hip under such circumstances. The manager clapped his hands, and a black house-boy, recruited from San Cristobal, came running.
And he and Wallenstein and the old chief sat down on the veranda to confer about affairs of state. Koho was complimented on the peace he had kept, and he, with many protestations of his aged decrepitude, swore peace again and everlasting. Then was discussed the matter of starting a German plantation twenty miles down the coast.
You see, in a way I consider myself responsible for it." "So am I responsible," Wallenstein broke in. "But I started it," the supercargo urged. "Maybe you did, but I carried it along." "And Koho finished it," Grief said. "At any rate, I, too, shall remain," said the German. "I thought you were coming to Guvutu with me," Grief protested. "I was.
It was then that McTavish laid down the rate of head-exchange. For each head of his own people he promised to take ten of Koho's. After Koho had learned that the Scotchman was a man of his word, the first true peace was made. In the meantime McTavish had built the bungalow and barracks, cleared the jungle-land along the beach, and laid out the plantation.
He had been cadged for drinks before by the old cannibal, and the sternest tambo Grief and McTavish had laid down was the one forbidding alcohol to the natives of New Gibbon. The trouble was that Koho had acquired the taste.
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