rpentry, his house was full of riches, for Nanakin's heart was towards
him always."

* The Shenandoah, in 1866.

"Was it he who killed the three white men at Roan Kiti?" asked the White
Man.

"Aye," answered Niya, "he it was. They came in a little ship, and
because of bitter words over the price of some tortoise-shell he and the
men of Nanakin slew them. And Red-Hair burnt the ship and sank her. And
for this was Nanakin's heart bigger than ever to Red-Hair, for out of
the ship, before he burnt her, he took many riches--knives, guns
and powder, and beads and pieces of silk; and half of all he gave to
Nanakin."

"_Huh!_" said Sru, the boy. "He was a fine man!"

"Now, Harry from Yap and Red-Hair hated one another because of Luliban,
whom Nanakin had given to Red-Hair for wife. This man, Harry, lived at
Ngatik, the island off the coast, where the turtles breed, and whenever
he came to Jakoits he would go to Red-Hair's house and drink grog with,
him so that they would both lie on the mats drunk together. Sometimes
the name of Luliban would come between them, and then they would fight
and try to kill each other, but Nanakin's men would always watch and
part them in time. And all this was because that Luliban had loved
Harry from Yap before she became wife to Red-Hair. The men favoured the
husband of Luliban because of Nanakin's friendship to him, and the women
liked best Harry from Yap because of his gay songs and his dances, which
he had learnt from the people of Yap and Ruk and Hogelu, in the far
west; but most of all for his handsome figure and his tattooed skin.

"One day it came about that his grog was all gone, and his spirit was
vexed, and Red-Hair beat Luliban, and she planned his death from that
day. But Nanakin dissuaded her and said, 'It cannot be done; he is too
great a man for me to kill. Be wise and forget his blows.'

"Then Luliban sent a messenger to Ngatik to Harry. He came and brought
with him many square bottles of grog, and went in to Red-Hair's house,
and they drank and quarrelled as they ever did; but because of what lay
in his mind Harry got not drunk, for his eyes were always fixed on the
face of Luliban.

"At last, when Red-Hair was fallen down on the mats, Luliban whispered
to Harry, and he rose and lay down on a couch that was placed against
the cane sides of the house. When all were asleep, Luliban stole outside
and placed her face against the side of the house and called to Harry,
w