with you. You're to have the copra, and I'm to go to the devil and shake myself. And I don't know any native, and you're the only man here worth mention that speaks English, and you have the gall to up and hint to me my life's in danger, and all you've got to tell me is you don't know why! "
"Well, it is all I have to tell you," said he. "I don't know—I wish I did."
"And so you turn your back and leave me to myself! Is that the position?" says I.
"If you like to put it nasty," says he. "I don't put it so. I say merely, 'I'm going to keep clear of you; or, if I don't I'll get in danger for myself.'"
"Well," says I, "you're a nice kind of a white man!"
"Oh, I understand; you're riled," said he. "I would be myself. I can make excuses."
"All right," I said, "go and make excuses somewhere else. Here's my way, there's yours!"
With that we parted, and I went straight home, in a hot temper, and found Uma trying on a lot of trade goods like a baby.
"Here," I said, "you quit that foolery! Here's pretty mess to have made, as if I wasn't bothered enough anyway! And I thought I told you to get dinner!"
