Through the darkness came the sound of war-horns, and the shouts of bands of fighters who came from the other side of Suau and from the mainland. At four next morning the chief strode in. He looked at the gifts.
“It is not enough; can you not give more?”
“If you wait till the steamer comes I may.”
“I must have more now.”
“I cannot give you more now.”
Groups of natives came to the fence. They shouted: “More, give more.”
But no notice was taken and they went away. Daylight came, and still the new house and those within it were unhurt. Kirikeu wandered near the house.
“Let no one go out,” he said.
The day passed slowly, but still he kept close to the house.
About three o’clock next morning Tamate lay down to rest. But scarcely had he fallen asleep when his wife roused him.