one another, and passing their hands before their eyes.
"What was this?" cried Keola, who came to himself the first, because he was the younger, "The pang of it was like death."
"It matters not," panted Kalamake. "It is now done."
"And, in the name of God, where are we?" cried Keola.
"That is not the question," replied the sorcerer. "Being here, we have matter in our hands, and that we must attend to. Go, while I recover my breath, into the borders of the wood, and bring me the leaves of such and such a herb, and such and such a tree, which you will find to grow there plentifully—three handfuls of each. And be speedy. We must be home again before the steamer comes; it would seem strange if we had disappeared." And he sat on the sand and panted.
Keola went up the beach, which was of shining sand and coral, strewn with singular shells; and he thought in his heart——
"How do I not know this beach? I will come here again and gather shells."
In front of him was a line of palms against the sky; not like the palms of the Eight Islands, but tall and fresh and beautiful, and hanging
