"He go after two men, Joe Koloa and an American sailor."
"Did he meet the two men?"
"He meet Koloa, but Koloa run away from him and run away from de sailor, too. Koloa crazy man." Lola gave another groan. "I feel so bad!"
"I am sorry for you," murmured Oliver, while Dan turned away. We had all been bitter against this fellow, but now that he was down nobody felt like adding to his misery. I got him a drink of water and he sipped a few drops.
"Lola do wrong to you," he whispered thickly. "Make big fool of himself." He muttered some more, but we could not catch his words. Presently his head sank on his breast, a cry in the Kanaka tongue followed; and in a minute more we knew that all was over.
For some time after none of us could trust ourselves to speak. "I guess he wasn't so bad at heart—he was led astray by the hope of gaining money," said Dan. "What shall we do—bury him?"
"Let us place his body beside yonder rocks," answered Oliver, and his suggestion was carried out, and we covered the silent form with a number of tree branches.
It was a sober trio that continued on its way through the brush. Nobody knew what to say,
