Rodman The Boatsteerer And Other Stories / 1898

manager and Marie sat enjoying the cool of the evening. He threw himself in a cane chai

see how the Burtons have got on," an

ill Prout returned, and then, raising

ko, Prout," he said with a laugh; "he

t Marie would like me to give up Kala

o, indeed, Mr. Sherard. I am too

t was nearly five miles to Burton's plantation at Halaliko, and half an hour would finish his business there. He knew that, as soon as he left, Marie would tell the

eft there yawned a black space, the valley of Maunahoehoe, and, as he rode, Prout could see the glimmer of the

tant a heavy stone struck him slantingly on the side of his head. Without a sound he fell to the ground, staggered t

lackness of cliff that overhung the road, and peered ov

Virgin, he's gone now, and I forgiv

th gory stains, staggered into the native village at Maunahoehoe an

up his horse at a hut on the borders of the estate and got off. There were some five or six nat

ends," he said. "Some ma

afters of the dwelling, and took down a heavy carbin

," said the native; "at midnigh

him, Prout rode along the

hrough he hear

French lights into Marie's dimly-lighted bedroom. An inarticulate

ure of his wife, and fired. She threw up her arms and fell upon h

wung the heavy weapon round, and the s

said the native, spurning

ove and hate struggling for mastery i

he would kill her before me,... and it was to save her.

e love from her fast-dimming e

's schooner and asked the captain to take him away somewhere-he cared not where-so that he co