that liked swimming and violent endeavour of all sorts； with a mind that was daring； but that dared no farther than boys' adventures； and that delighted in rifles and revolvers； Stetson hats； and a sexless camaraderie with men。
Somehow； as he pondered and watched her； it seemed as if he sat in church at home listening to the choir…boys chanting。 She reminded him of those boys； or their voices； rather。 The same sexless quality was there。 In the body of her she was woman； in the mind of her she had not grown up。 She had not been exposed to ripening influences of that sort。 She had had no mother。 Von； her father； native servants； and rough island life had constituted her training。 Horses and rifles had been her toys； camp and trail her nursery。 From what she had told him； her seminary days had been an exile； devoted to study and to ceaseless longing for the wild riding and swimming of Hawaii。 A boy's training； and a boy's point of view！ That explained her chafe at petticoats； her revolt at what was only decently conventional。 Some day she would grow up； but as yet she was only in the process。
Well； there was only one thing for him to do。 He must meet her on her own basis of boyhood； and not make the mistake of treating her as a woman。 He wondered if he could love the woman she would be when her nature awoke； and he wondered if he could love her just as she was and himself wake her up。 After all； whatever it was； she had come to fill quite a large place in his life； as he had discovered that afternoon while scanning the sea between the squalls。 Then he remembered the accounts of Berande； and the cropper that was coming； and scowled。
He became aware that she was speaking。
〃I beg pardon；〃 he said。 〃What's that you were saying？〃
〃You weren't listening to a wordI knew it；〃 she chided。 〃I was saying that the condition of the Flibberty…Gibbet was disgraceful； and that to…morrow； when you've told the skipper and not hurt his feelings； I am going to take my men out and give her an overhauling。 We'll scrub her bottom； too。 Why； there's whiskers on her copper four inches long。 I saw it when she rolled。 Don't forget； I'm going cruising on the Flibberty some day； even if I have to run away with her。〃
While at their coffee on the veranda； Satan raised a commotion in the compound near the beach gate； and Sheldon finally rescued a mauled and frightened black and dragged him on the porch for interrogation。
〃What fella marster you belong？〃 he demanded。 〃What name you come along this fella place sun he go down？〃
〃Me b'long Boucher。 Too many boy belong along Port Adams stop along my fella marster。 Too much walk about。〃
The black drew a scrap of notepaper from under his belt and passed it over。 Sheldon scanned it hurriedly。
〃It's from Boucher；〃 he explained； 〃the fellow who took Packard's place。 Packard was the one I told you about who was killed by his boat's…crew。 He says the Port Adams crowd is outfifty of them； in big canoesand camping on his beach。 They've killed half a dozen of his pigs already； and seem to be looking for trouble。 And he's afraid they may connect with the fifteen runaways from Lunga。〃
〃In which case？〃 she queried。
〃In which case Billy Pape will be compelled to send Boucher's successor。 It's Pape's station； you know。 I wish I knew what to do。 I don't like to leave you here alone。〃
〃Take me along then。〃
He smiled and shook his head。
〃Then you'd better take my men along；〃 she advised。 〃They're good shots； and they're not afraid of anythingexcept Utami； and he's afraid of ghosts。〃
The big bell was rung； and fifty black boys carried the whale…boat down to the water。 The regular boat's…crew manned her； and Matauare and three other Tahitians； belted with cartridges and armed with rifles； sat in the stern…sheets where Sheldon stood at the steering…oar。
〃My； I wish I could go with you；〃 Joan said wistfully； as the boat shoved off。
Sheldon shook his head。
〃I'm as good as a man；〃 she urged。
〃You really are needed here；〃 he replied。
〃There's that Lunga crowd； they might reach the coast right here； and with both of us absent rush the plantation。 Good…bye。 We'll get back in the morning some time。 It's only twelve miles。〃
When Joan started to return to the house； she was compelled to pass among the boat…carriers； who lingered on the beach to chatter in queer； ape…like fashion about the events of the night。 They made way for her； but there came to her； as she was in the midst of them； a feeling of her own helplessness。 There were so many of them。 What was to prevent them from dragging her down if they so willed？ Then she remembered that one cry of hers would fetch Noa Noah and her remaining sailors； each one of whom was worth a dozen blacks in a struggle。 As she opened the gate； one of the boys stepped up to her。 In the darkness she could not make him out。
〃What name？〃 she asked sharply。 〃What name belong you？〃
〃Me Aroa；〃 he said。
She remembered him as one of the two sick boys she had nursed at the hospital。 The other one had died。
〃Me take 'm plenty fella medicine too much；〃 Aroa was saying。
〃Well； and you all right now；〃 she answered。
〃Me want 'm tobacco； plenty fella tobacco； me want 'm calico； me want 'm porpoise teeth； me want 'm one fella belt。〃
She looked at him humorously； expecting to see a smile； or at least a grin； on his face。 Instead； his face was expressionless。 Save for a narrow breech…clout； a pair of ear…plugs； and about his kinky hair a chaplet of white cowrie…shells； he was naked。 His body was fresh…oiled and shiny； and his eyes glistened in the starlight like some wild animal's。 The rest of the boys had crowded up at his back in a solid wall。 Some one of them giggled； but the remainder regarded her in morose and intense silence。
〃Well？〃 she said。 〃What for you want plenty fella things？〃
〃Me take 'm medicine；〃 quoth Aroa。 〃You pay me。〃
And this was a sample of their gratitude； she thought。 It looked as if Sheldon had been right after all。 Aroa waited stolidly。 A leaping fish splashed far out on the water。 A tiny wavelet murmured sleepily on the beach。 The shadow of a flying…fox drifted by in velvet silence overhead。 A light air fanned coolly on her cheek； it was the land…breeze beginning to blow。
〃You go along quarters；〃 she said； starting to turn on her heel to enter the gate。
〃You pay me；〃 said the boy。
〃Aroa； you all the same one big fool。 I no pay you。 Now you go。〃
But the black was unmoved。 She felt that he was regarding her almost insolently as he repeated：
〃I take 'm medicine。 You pay me。 You pay me now。〃
Then it was that she lost her temper and cuffed his ears so soundly as to drive him back among his fellows。 But they did not break up。 Another boy stepped forward。
〃You pay me；〃 he said。
His eyes had the querulous； troubled look such as she had noticed in monkeys； but while he was patently uncomfortable under her scrutiny； his thick lips were drawn firmly in an effort at sullen determination。
〃What for？〃 she asked。
〃Me Gogoomy；〃 he said。 〃Bawo brother belong me。〃
Bawo； she remembered； was the sick boy who had died。
〃Go on；〃 she commanded。
〃Bawo take 'm medicine。 Bawo finish。 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 fright？〃 she demanded； while anger tingled all through her。
〃Too much fright bang 'm head belong me；〃 Gogoomy said proudly。
And then she reached for him across the gate and got him。 It was a sweeping； broad…handed slap； so heavy that he staggered sideways and nearly fell。 He sprang for the gate as if to force it open； while the crowd surged forward 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 fled with wild yells through the darkness； followed 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 a whole night with the boy who had died； and yet his brother demanded 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。
CHAPTER XITHE PORT ADAMS CROWD
〃And so it was all settled easily enough；〃 Sheldon was saying。 He was on the veranda； drinking coffee。 The whale…boat was being carried into its shed。 〃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 a play at holding a court； and Telepasse； the old scoundrel； accepted the findings。 He's a Port Adams chief； a 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； I must say； 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 you？〃 Joan asked。
〃And have a 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 to…day。〃
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 quarters。 Satan lay sound asleep on his back under the billiard table； in his sleep brushing at the flies that pestered him。 Joan was rummaging in the store…room； and Sheldon was taking his siesta in a hammock on the veranda。 He awoke gently。 In