n and New Guinea dead ahead； heeled her scuppers a…whisper and garrulous to the sea…welter alongside as she logged her eleven knots under the press of the freshening trades。 Instead of Jerry； from whom he had last parted on board a boat； Michael saw Kwaque。
Kwaque？ Well； Kwaque was Kwaque； an individual； more unlike all other men than most men are unlike one another。 No queerer estray ever drifted along the stream of life。 Seventeen years old he was； as men measure time； but a century was measured in his lean… lined face； his wrinkled forehead； his hollowed temples； and his deep…sunk eyes。 From his thin legs； fragile…looking as windstraws； the bones of which were sheathed in withered skin with apparently no muscle padding in betweenfrom such frail stems sprouted the torso of a fat man。 The huge and protuberant stomach was amply supported by wide and massive hips； and the shoulders were broad as those of a Hercules。 But； beheld sidewise； there was no depth to those shoulders and the top of the chest。 Almost； at that part of his anatomy； he seemed builded in two dimensions。 Thin his arms were as his legs； and； as Michael first beheld him； he had all the seeming of a big…bellied black spider。
He proceeded to dress； a matter of moments； slipping into duck trousers and blouse； dirty and frayed from long usage。 Two fingers of his left hand were doubled into a permanent bend； and； to an expert； would have advertised that he was a leper。 Although he belonged to Dag Daughtry just as much as if the steward possessed a chattel bill of sale of him； his owner did not know that his anaesthetic twist of ravaged nerves tokened the dread disease。
The manner of the ownership was simple。 At King William Island； in the Admiralties； Kwaque had made； in the parlance of the South Pacific； a pier…head jump。 So to speak； leprosy and all； he had jumped into Dag Daughtry's arms。 Strolling along the native runways in the fringe of jungle just beyond the beach； as was his custom； to see whatever he might pick up； the steward had picked up Kwaque。 And he had picked him up in extremity。
Pursued by two very active young men armed with fire…hardened spears； tottering along with incredible swiftness on his two spindle legs； Kwaque had fallen exhausted at Daughtry's feet and looked up at him with the beseeching eyes of a deer fleeing from the hounds。 Daughtry had inquired into the matter； and the inquiry was violent； for he had a wholesome fear of germs and bacilli； and when the two active young men tried to run him through with their filth…corroded spears； he caught the spear of one young man under his arm and put the other young man to sleep with a left hook to the jaw。 A moment later the young man whose spear he held had joined the other in slumber。
The elderly steward was not satisfied with the mere spears。 While the rescued Kwaque continued to moan and slubber thankfulness at his feet； he proceeded to strip them that were naked。 Nothing they wore in the way of clothing； but from around each of their necks he removed a necklace of porpoise teeth that was worth a gold sovereign in mere exchange value。 From the kinky locks of one of the naked young men he drew a hand…carved； fine…toothed comb； the lofty back of which was inlaid with mother…of…pearl； which he later sold in Sydney to a curio shop for eight shillings。 Nose and ear ornaments of bone and turtle…shell he also rifled； as well as a chest…crescent of pearl shell； fourteen inches across； worth fifteen shillings anywhere。 The two spears ultimately fetched him five shillings each from the tourists at Port Moresby。 Not lightly may a ship steward undertake to maintain a six…quart reputation。
When he turned to depart from the active young men； who； back to consciousness； were observing him with bright； quick； wild…animal eyes； Kwaque followed so close at his heels as to step upon them and make him stumble。 Whereupon he loaded Kwaque with his trove and put him in front to lead along the runway to the beach。 And for the rest of the way to the steamer； Dag Daughtry grinned and chuckled at sight of his plunder and at sight of Kwaque； who fantastically titubated and ambled along； barrel…like； on his pipe…stems。
On board the steamer； which happened to be the Cockspur； Daughtry persuaded the captain to enter Kwaque on the ship's articles as steward's helper with a rating of ten shillings a month。 Also； he learned Kwaque's story。
It was all an account of a pig。 The two active young men were brothers who lived in the next village to his； and the pig had been theirsso Kwaque narrated in atrocious beche…de…mer English。 He； Kwaque； had never seen the pig。 He had never known of its existence until after it was dead。 The two young men had loved the pig。 But what of that？ It did not concern Kwaque； who was as unaware of their love for the pig as he was unaware of the pig itself。
The first he knew； he averred； was the gossip of the village that the pig was dead； and that somebody would have to die for it。 It was all right； he said； in reply to a query from the steward。 It was the custom。 Whenever a loved pig died its owners were in custom bound to go out and kill somebody； anybody。 Of course； it was better if they killed the one whose magic had made the pig sick。 But； failing that one； any one would do。 Hence Kwaque was selected for the blood…atonement。
Dag Daughtry drank a seventh quart as he listened； so carried away was he by the sombre sense of romance of this dark jungle event wherein men killed even strangers because a pig was dead。
Scouts out on the runways； Kwaque continued； brought word of the coming of the two bereaved pig…owners； and the village had fled into the jungle and climbed treesall except Kwaque； who was unable to climb trees。
〃My word；〃 Kwaque concluded； 〃me no make 'm that fella pig sick。〃
〃My word；〃 quoth Dag Daughtry； 〃you devil…devil along that fella pig too much。 You look 'm like hell。 You make 'm any fella thing sick look along you。 You make 'm me sick too much。〃
It became quite a custom for the steward； as he finished his sixth bottle before turning in； to call upon Kwaque for his story。 It carried him back to his boyhood when he had been excited by tales of wild cannibals in far lands and dreamed some day to see them for himself。 And here he was； he would chuckle to himself； with a real true cannibal for a slave。
A slave Kwaque was； as much as if Daughtry had bought him on the auction…block。 Whenever the steward transferred from ship to ship of the Burns Philp fleet； he always stipulated that Kwaque should accompany him and be duly rated at ten shillings。 Kwaque had no say in the matter。 Even had he desired to escape in Australian ports； there was no need for Daughtry to watch him。 Australia； with her 〃all…white〃 policy； attended to that。 No dark…skinned human； whether Malay； Japanese； or Polynesian； could land on her shore without putting into the Government's hand a cash security of one hundred pounds。
Nor at the other islands visited by the Makambo had Kwaque any desire to cut and run for it。 King William Island； which was the only land he had ever trod； was his yard…stick by which he measured all other islands。 And since King William Island was cannibalistic； he could only conclude that the other islands were given to similar dietary practice。
As for King William Island； the Makambo； on the former run of the Cockspur； stopped there every ten weeks； but the direst threat Daughtry ever held over him was the putting ashore of him at the place where the two active young men still mourned their pig。 In fact； it was their regular programme； each trip； to paddle out and around the Makambo and make ferocious grimaces up at Kwaque； who grimaced back at them from over the rail。 Daughtry even encouraged this exchange of facial amenities for the purpose of deterring him from ever hoping to win ashore to the village of his birth。
For that matter； Kwaque had little desire to leave his master； who； after all； was kindly and just； and never lifted a hand to him。 Having survived sea…sickness at the first； and never setting foot upon the land so that he never again knew sea…sickness； Kwaque was certain he lived in an earthly paradise。 He never had to regret his inability to climb trees； because danger never threatened him。 He had food regularly； and all he wanted； and it was such food！ No one in his village could have dreamed of any delicacy of the many delicacies which he consumed all the time。 Because of these matters he even pulled through a light attack of home…sickness； and was as contented a human as ever sailed the seas。
And Kwaque it was who pulled Michael through the port…hole into Dag Daughtry's stateroom and waited for that worthy to arrive by the roundabout way of the door。 After a quick look around the room and a sniff of the bunk and under the bunk which informed him that Jerry was not present； Michael turned his attention to Kwaque。
Kwaque tried to be friendly。 He uttered a clucking noise in advertisement of his friendliness； and Michael snarled at this black who had dared to lay hands upon hima contamination； according to Michael's trainingand who now dared to address him who associated only with white gods。
Kwaque passed off the rebuff with a silly gibbering laugh and started to step nearer the door to be in readiness to open it at his master's coming。 But at first lift of his leg； Michael flew at it。 Kwaque immediately put it down； and Michael subsided； though he kept a watchful guard。 What did he know of this strange black； save that he was a black and that； in the absence of a white master； all blacks required watching？ Kwaque tried slowly sliding his foot along the floor； but Michael knew the trick and with bristle and growl put a stop to it。
It was upon this tableau that Daughtry entered； and； while he admired Michael much under the bright electric light； he realized the situation。
〃Kwaque； you make 'm walk about leg belong you；〃 he commanded； in order to make sure。
Kwaque's glance of apprehension at Michael was convincing enough； but the steward insisted。 Kwaque gingerly obeyed； but scarcely had his foot moved an inch when Michael's was upon him。 The foot and leg petrifie