hundred strong。 In addition to their ornaments of bead and shell and bone； their pierced ears and nostrils were burdened with safety…pins； wire nails； metal hair…pins； rusty iron handles of cooking utensils； and the patent keys for opening corned beef tins。 Some wore penknives clasped on their kinky locks for safety。 On the chest of one a china door…knob was suspended； on the chest of another the brass wheel of an alarm clock。
Facing them； clinging to the railing of the veranda for support； stood the sick white man。 Any one of them could have knocked him over with the blow of a little finger。 Despite his firearms； the gang could have rushed him and delivered that blow； when his head and the plantation would have been theirs。 Hatred and murder and lust for revenge they possessed to overflowing。 But one thing they lacked； the thing that he possessed； the flame of mastery that would not quench； that burned fiercely as ever in the disease… wasted body； and that was ever ready to flare forth and scorch and singe them with its ire。
〃Narada！ Billy！〃 Sheldon called sharply。
Two men slunk unwillingly forward and waited。
Sheldon gave the keys of the handcuffs to a house…boy； who went under the house and loosed the prisoner。
〃You fella Narada； you fella Billy； take um this fella boy along tree and make fast； hands high up；〃 was Sheldon's command。
While this was being done； slowly； amidst mutterings and restlessness on the part of the onlookers； one of the house…boys fetched a heavy…handled； heavy…lashed whip。 Sheldon began a speech。
〃This fella Arunga； me cross along him too much。 I no steal this fella Arunga。 I no gammon。 I say； 'All right； you come along me Berande； work three fella year。' He say； 'All right； me come along you work three fella year。' He come。 He catch plenty good fella kai…kai； ｛2｝ plenty good fella money。 What name he run away？ Me too much cross along him。 I knock what name outa him fella。 I pay Seelee； big fella master along Balesuna； one case tobacco catch that fella Arunga。 All right。 Arunga pay that fella case tobacco。 Six pounds that fella Arunga pay。 Alle same one year more that fella Arunga work Berande。 All right。 Now he catch ten fella whip three times。 You fella Billy catch whip； give that fella Arunga ten fella three times。 All fella boys look see； all fella Marys ｛3｝ look see； bime bye； they like run away they think strong fella too much； no run away。 Billy； strong fella too much ten fella three times。〃
The house…boy extended the whip to him； but Billy did not take it。 Sheldon waited quietly。 The eyes of all the cannibals were fixed upon him in doubt and fear and eagerness。 It was the moment of test； whereby the lone white man was to live or be lost。
〃Ten fella three times； Billy；〃 Sheldon said encouragingly； though there was a certain metallic rasp in his voice。
Billy scowled； looked up and looked down； but did not move。
〃Billy！〃
Sheldon's voice exploded like a pistol shot。 The savage started physically。 Grins overspread the grotesque features of the audience； and there was a sound of tittering。
〃S'pose you like too much lash that fella Arunga； you take him fella Tulagi；〃 Billy said。 〃One fella government agent make plenty lash。 That um fella law。 Me savvee um fella law。〃
It was the law； and Sheldon knew it。 But he wanted to live this day and the next day and not to die waiting for the law to operate the next week or the week after。
〃Too much talk along you！〃 he cried angrily。 〃What name eh？ What name？〃
〃Me savvee law；〃 the savage repeated stubbornly。
〃Astoa！〃
Another man stepped forward in almost a sprightly way and glanced insolently up。 Sheldon was selecting the worst characters for the lesson。
〃You fella Astoa； you fella Narada； tie up that fella Billy alongside other fella same fella way。〃
〃Strong fella tie；〃 he cautioned them。
〃You fella Astoa take that fella whip。 Plenty strong big fella too much ten fella three times。 Savvee！〃
〃No；〃 Astoa grunted。
Sheldon picked up the rifle that had leaned against the rail； and cocked it。
〃I know you； Astoa；〃 he said calmly。 〃You work along Queensland six years。〃
〃Me fella missionary；〃 the black interrupted with deliberate insolence。
〃Queensland you stop jail one fella year。 White fella master damn fool no hang you。 You too much bad fella。 Queensland you stop jail six months two fella time。 Two fella time you steal。 All right； you missionary。 You savvee one fella prayer？〃
〃Yes； me savvee prayer；〃 was the reply。
〃All right； then you pray now； short time little bit。 You say one fella prayer damn quick； then me kill you。〃
Sheldon held the rifle on him and waited。 The black glanced around at his fellows； but none moved to aid him。 They were intent upon the coming spectacle； staring fascinated at the white man with death in his hands who stood alone on the great veranda。 Sheldon has won； and he knew it。 Astoa changed his weight irresolutely from one foot to the other。 He looked at the white man； and saw his eyes gleaming level along the sights。
〃Astoa；〃 Sheldon said； seizing the psychological moment； 〃I count three fella time。 Then I shoot you fella dead； good…bye； all finish you。〃
And Sheldon knew that when he had counted three he would drop him in his tracks。 The black knew it； too。 That was why Sheldon did not have to do it； for when he had counted one； Astoa reached out his hand and took the whip。 And right well Astoa laid on the whip； angered at his fellows for not supporting him and venting his anger with every stroke。 From the veranda Sheldon egged him on to strike with strength； till the two triced savages screamed and howled while the blood oozed down their backs。 The lesson was being well written in red。
When the last of the gang； including the two howling culprits； had passed out through the compound gate； Sheldon sank down half… fainting on his couch。
〃You're a sick man；〃 he groaned。 〃A sick man。〃
〃But you can sleep at ease to…night；〃 he added； half an hour later。
CHAPTER IIITHE JESSIE
Two days passed； and Sheldon felt that he could not grow any weaker and live； much less make his four daily rounds of the hospital。 The deaths were averaging four a day； and there were more new cases than recoveries。 The blacks were in a funk。 Each one； when taken sick； seemed to make every effort to die。 Once down on their backs they lacked the grit to make a struggle。 They believed they were going to die； and they did their best to vindicate that belief。 Even those that were well were sure that it was only a mater of days when the sickness would catch them and carry them off。 And yet； believing this with absolute conviction； they somehow lacked the nerve to rush the frail wraith of a man with the white skin and escape from the charnel house by the whale…boats。 They chose the lingering death they were sure awaited them； rather than the immediate death they were very sure would pounce upon them if they went up against the master。 That he never slept； they knew。 That he could not be conjured to death； they were equally surethey had tried it。 And even the sickness that was sweeping them off could not kill him。
With the whipping in the compound； discipline had improved。 They cringed under the iron hand of the white man。 They gave their scowls or malignant looks with averted faces or when his back was turned。 They saved their mutterings for the barracks at night； where he could not hear。 And there were no more runaways and no more night…prowlers on the veranda。
Dawn of the third day after the whipping brought the Jessie's white sails in sight。 Eight miles away； it was not till two in the afternoon that the light air…fans enabled her to drop anchor a quarter of a mile off the shore。 The sight of her gave Sheldon fresh courage； and the tedious hours of waiting did not irk him。 He gave his orders to the boss…boys and made his regular trips to the hospital。 Nothing mattered now。 His troubles were at an end。 He could lie down and take care of himself and proceed to get well。 The Jessie had arrived。 His partner was on board； vigorous and hearty from six weeks' recruiting on Malaita。 He could take charge now； and all would be well with Berande。
Sheldon lay in the steamer…chair and watched the Jessie's whale… boat pull in for the beach。 He wondered why only three sweeps were pulling； and he wondered still more when； beached； there was so much delay in getting out of the boat。 Then he understood。 The three blacks who had been pulling started up the beach with a stretcher on their shoulders。 A white man； whom he recognized as the Jessie's captain； walked in front and opened the gate； then dropped behind to close it。 Sheldon knew that it was Hughie Drummond who lay in the stretcher； and a mist came before his eyes。 He felt an overwhelming desire to die。 The disappointment was too great。 In his own state of terrible weakness he felt that it was impossible to go on with his task of holding Berande plantation tight…gripped in his fist。 Then the will of him flamed up again； and he directed the blacks to lay the stretcher beside him on the floor。 Hughie Drummond； whom he had last seen in health； was an emaciated skeleton。 His closed eyes were deep…sunken。 The shrivelled lips had fallen away from the teeth； and the cheek…bones seemed bursting through the skin。 Sheldon sent a house…boy for his thermometer and glanced questioningly at the captain。
〃Black…water fever；〃 the captain said。 〃He's been like this for six days； unconscious。 And we've got dysentery on board。 What's the matter with you？〃
〃I'm burying four a day；〃 Sheldon answered； as he bent over from the steamer…chair and inserted the thermometer under his partner's tongue。
Captain Oleson swore blasphemously； and sent a house…boy to bring whisky and soda。 Sheldon glanced at the thermometer。
〃One hundred and seven；〃 he said。 〃Poor Hughie。〃
Captain Oleson offered him some whisky。
〃Couldn't think of itperforation； you know；〃 Sheldon said。
He sent for a boss…boy and ordered a grave to be dug； also some of the packing…cases to be knocked together into a coffin。 The blacks did not get coffins。 They were buried as they d