“All right,” Joe Garland said. “I’ll go.”
He started to turn away.
“Joe,” the other called. “You see my lawyer tomorrow morning. Five hundred down and two hundred a month as long as you stay away.”
“You are very kind,” Joe Garland answered softly. “You are too kind. And anyway, I guess I don’t want your money. I go tomorrow on the Alameda.”
He walked away, but did not say good-bye.
Percival Ford clapped his hands.
“Boy,” he said to the Japanese, “a lemonade.”
And over the lemonade he smiled long and contentedly to himself.
KOOLAU THE LEPER
“Because we are sick they take away our liberty. We have obeyed the law. We have done no wrong. And yet they would put us in prison. Molokai is a prison. That you know. Niuli, there, his sister was sent to Molokai seven years ago. He has not seen her since. Nor will he ever see her. She must stay there until she dies. This is not her will. It is not Niuli’s will. It is the will of the white men who rule the land. And who are these white men?