The other shook his head。
〃Then I'll show you。〃
Bertie started to put the muzzle to his own temple with the evident intention
of pulling the trigger。
〃Just a second；〃 Captain Malu said quietly； reaching out his hand。 〃Let me
look at it。〃
He pointed it seaward and pulled the trigger。 A heavy explosion followed；
instantaneous with the sharp click of the mechanism that flipped a hot and
smoking cartridge sidewise along the deck。
Bertie's jaw dropped in amazement。
〃I slipped the barrel back once； didn't I？〃 he explained。 It was silly of me；
I must say。〃
He giggled flabbily； and sat down in a steamer chair。 The blood had ebbed from
his face； exposing dark circles under his eyes。 His hands were trembling and
unable to guide the shaking cigarette to his lips。 The world was too much with
him； and he saw himself with dripping brains prone upon the deck
〃Really；〃 he said； 〃。 。 。 really。〃
〃It's a pretty weapon；〃 said Captain Malu； returning the automatic to him。
The Commissioner was on board the Makembo； returning from Sydney； and by his
permission a stop was made at Ugi to land a missionary。 And at Ugi lay the
ketch ARLA； Captain Hansen； skipper。 Now the Arla was one of many vessels
owned by Captain Malu； and it was at his suggestion and by his invitation that
Bertie went aboard the Arla as guest for a four days' recruiting cruise on the
coast of Malaita。 Thereafter the ARLA would drop him at Reminge Plantation
（also owned by Captain Malu）； where Bertie could remain for a week； and then
be sent over to Tulagi； the seat of government； where he would become the
Commissioner's guest。 Captain Malu was responsible for two other suggestions；
which given； he disappears from this narrative。 One was to Captain Hansen； the
other to Mr。 Harriwell； manager of Reminge Plantation。 Both suggestions were
similar in tenor； namely； to give Mr。 Bertram Arkwright an insight into the
rawness and redness of life in the Solomons。 Also； it is whispered that
Captain Malu mentioned that a case of Scotch would be coincidental with any
particularly gorgeous insight Mr。 Arkwright might receive。 。 。 。 。
。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。
〃Yes； Swartz always was too pig…headed。 You see； he took four of his boat's
crew to Tulagi to be floggedofficially； you knowthen started back with
them in the whaleboat。 It was pretty squally； and the boat capsized just
outside。 Swartz was the only one drowned。 Of course； it was an accident。〃
〃Was it？ Really？〃 Bertie asked； only half…interested； staring hard at the
black man at the wheel。
Ugi had dropped astern； and the ARLA was sliding along through a summer sea
toward the wooded ranges of Malaita。 The helmsman who so attracted Bertie's
eyes sported a ten penny nail； stuck skewerwise through his nose。 About his
neck was a string of pants buttons。 Thrust through holes in his ears were a
can opener； the broken handle of a toothbrush； a clay pipe； the brass wheel of
an alarm clock； and several Winchester rifle cartridges。
On his chest； suspended from around his neck hung the half of a china plate。
Some forty similarly appareled blacks lay about the deck； fifteen of which
were boat's crew； the remainder being fresh labor recruits。
〃Of course it was an accident；〃 spoke up the ARLA'S mate； Jacobs； a slender；
dark…eyed man who looked more a professor than a sailor。 〃Johnny Bedip nearly
had the same kind of accident。 He was bringing back several from a flogging；
when they capsized him。 But he knew how to swim as well as they； and two of
them were drowned。 He used a boat stretcher and a revolver。 Of course it was
an accident。〃
〃Quite common； them accidents；〃 remarked the skipper。 〃You see that man at the
wheel； Mr。 Arkwright？ He's a man eater。 Six months ago； he and the rest of the
boat's crew drowned the then captain of the ARLA。 They did it on deck； sir；
right aft there by the mizzen…traveler。〃
〃The deck was in a shocking state；〃 said the mate。
〃Do I understand？〃 Bertie began。
〃Yes； just that；〃 said Captain Hansen。 〃It was an accidental drowning。〃
〃But on deck？〃
〃Just so。 I don't mind telling you； in confidence； of course； that they used
an axe。〃
〃This present crew of yours？〃
Captain Hansen nodded。
〃The other skipper always was too careless；〃 explained the mate。 He but just
turned his back； when they let him have it。〃
〃We haven't any show down here；〃 was the skipper's complaint。 〃The government
protects a nigger against a white every time。 You can't shoot first。 You've
got to give the nigger first shot； or else the government calls it murder and
you go to Fiji。 That's why there's so many drowning accidents。〃
Dinner was called； and Bertie and the skipper went below； leaving the mate to
watch on deck。
〃Keep an eye out for that black devil； Auiki；〃 was the skipper's parting
caution。 〃I haven't liked his looks for several days。〃
〃Right O；〃 said the mate。
Dinner was part way along； and the skipper was in the middle of his story of
the cutting out of the Scottish Chiefs。
〃Yes；〃 he was saying； 〃she was the finest vessel on the coast。 But when she
missed stays； and before ever she hit the reef； the canoes started for her。
There were five white men； a crew of twenty Santa Cruz boys and Samoans； and
only the supercargo escaped。 Besides； there were sixty recruits。 They were all
kai…kai'd。 Kai…kai？oh； I beg your pardon。 I mean they were eaten。 Then there
was the James Edwards； a dandy…rigged〃
But at that moment there was a sharp oath from the mate on deck and a chorus
of savage cries。 A revolver went off three times； and then was heard a loud
splash。 Captain Hansen had sprung up the companionway on the instant； and
Bertie's eyes had been fascinated by a glimpse of him drawing his revolver as
he sprang。
Bertie went up more circumspectly； hesitating before he put his head above the
companionway slide。 But nothing happened。 The mate was shaking with
excitement； his revolver in his hand。 Once he startled； and half…jumped
around； as if danger threatened his back。
〃One of the natives fell overboard；〃 he was saying； in a queer tense voice。
〃He couldn't swim。〃
〃Who was it？〃 the skipper demanded。
〃Auiki；〃 was the answer。
〃But I say； you know； I heard shots；〃 Bertie said； in trembling eagerness； for
he scented adventure； and adventure that was happily over with。
The mate whirled upon him； snarling：
〃It〃s a damned lie。 There ain't been a shot fired。 The nigger fell overboard。〃
Captain Hansen regarded Bertie with unblinking； lack…luster eyes。
〃II thought〃 Bertie was beginning。
〃Shots？〃 said Captain Hansen； dreamily。 〃Shots？ Did you hear any shots； Mr。
Jacobs？〃
〃Not a shot；〃 replied Mr。 Jacobs。
The skipper looked at his guest triumphantly； and said：
〃Evidently an accident。 Let us go down； Mr。 Arkwright； and finish dinner。〃
Bertie slept that night in the captain's cabin； a tiny stateroom off the main
cabin。 The for'ard bulkhead was decorated with a stand of rifles。 Over the
bunk were three more rifles。 Under the bunk was a big drawer； which； when he
pulled it out； he found filled with ammunition； dynamite； and several boxes of
detonators。 He elected to take the settee on the opposite side。 Lying
conspicuously on the small table； was the Arla's log。 Bertie did not know
that it had been especially prepared for the occasion by Captain Malu； and he
read therein how on September 21； two boat's crew had fallen overboard and
been drowned。 Bertie read between the lines and knew better。 He read how the
Arla's whale boat had been bushwhacked at Su'u and had lost three men； of how
the skipper discovered the cook stewing human flesh on the galley fireflesh
purchased by the boat's crew ashore in Fui； of how an accidental discharge of
dynamite； while signaling； had killed another boat's crew； of night attacks；
ports fled from between the dawns； attacks by bushmen in mangrove swamps and
by fleets of salt…water men in the larger passages。 One item that occurred
with monotonous frequency was death by dysentery。 He noticed with alarm that
two white men had so diedguests； like himself； on the Arla。
〃I say； you know；〃 Bertie said next day to Captain Hansen。 〃I've been glancing
through your log。〃
The skipper displayed quick vexation that the log had been left lying about。
〃And all that dysentery； you know； that's all rot； just like the accidental
drownings；〃 Bertie continued。 〃What does dysentery really stand for？〃
The skipper openly admired his guest's acumen； stiffened himself to make
indignant denial； then gracefully surrendered。
〃You see； it's like this； Mr。 Arkwright。 These islands have got a bad enough
name as it is。 It's getting harder every day to sign on white men。 Suppose a
man is killed。 The company has to pay through the nose for another man to take
the job。 But if the man merely dies of sickness； it's all right。 The new chums
don't mind disease。 What they draw the line at is being murdered。 I thought
the skipper of the Arla had died of dysentery when I took his billet。 Then it
was too late。 I'd signed the contract。〃
〃Besides；〃 said Mr。 Jacobs； 〃there's altogether too many accidental drownings
anyway。 It don't look right。 It's the fault of the government。 A white man
hasn't a chance to defend himself from the niggers。〃
〃Yes； look at the Princess and that Yankee mate；〃 the skipper took up the
tale。 〃She carried five white men besides a government agent。 The captain； the
agent； and the supercargo were ashore in the two boats。 They were killed to
the last man。 The mate and boson； with about fifteen of the crewSamoans and
Tonganswere on board。 A crowd of niggers came off from shore。 First thing
the mate knew； the boson and the crew were killed in the first rush。 The mate
grabbed three cartridge belts and two Winchesters and skinn