a flat-nosed fellow who rejoiced in the name of Bun Bun.
"I want to know what you are going to do with us?" demanded Oliver, ignoring the question.
"We take you back to Paliano."
"The place that is burning?"
"Yes."
"We don't want to go there," put in Dan. "We have done nothing wrong, and we want you to let us go."
At this the four Kanakas looked dark. They began to talk in their own language, two of them in the meantime breaking off some trailing vines from the rocks and twisting them into ropes. In a minute more, despite our earnest protestations, our hands were bound behind us, and then Buowa searched us and confiscated our pistols and knives. Our money and other things were not touched, showing that with it all the Kanakas meant to be honest.
"Now come, and no make try to escape," commanded Buowa; and as there was no help for it, we marched in the direction of Paliano, one native in front of us, one on each side, and Buowa, with a war club, fetching up the rear.
