CHAPTER XIV.
LOST IN THE IAO VALLEY.
The native leader had listened to our talk with interest, but, of course, without understanding the full drift of it. We now remembered where we were, and I turned to him.
"We are very sorry that we have disturbed your dance and ceremony," I said gravely. "We are willing to do whatever is proper if you will let us go. We meant no harm."
"Perhaps we can aid your fire god with silver," suggested Dan, but at this the native frowned. A Kanaka cannot be bribed when it comes to interfering with his time-honored customs. He may be shiftless and indolent, but he is honorable to the core—unless he happens to be the black sheep which is found in every flock.
Several other Kanakas now came up, and a short discussion took place, of which we understood only a few words. But at the conclusion we were told to come into the open again, and the bonds which bound us were severed.
"American boys are ignorant," said the leader.
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