"We want peace between you and Ha'o"—and at the very mention of his brother the other scowled—"and between your people and his."
"It is you who have made the trouble. Why did you bring him back?"
"If it had been you we would have brought you back just the same."
"Ha'o is a fool to have dealings with white men."
"Those others were not white men, they were yellow. They are not of our tribe. We, too, hate the things they do, and we have come to stop them."
"You are all the same. If you hate them, why did you not kill them?"
"We do not kill if we can help it. If they come again, we may have to kill them."
"Why is that noise?" as the voice of Long Tom bellowed in the hills once more.
"It is the voice of my big canoe."
"It is only a voice. It does no harm."