"Give us our share of the things and we will be satisfied."
"You shall have your share if it is peace. There must be no more killing."
"The taro and the yams belong to us also?"
"Certainly. We will divide equally. If you will draw a line, we will draw a line, and you and your people will keep to your side, and Ha'o and his people will keep to his side."
"We will draw the line and tapu it. When will you send the things?"
"When the line is drawn. Will you come and draw it now?"
"You will go—and you," he pointed to two of his men. "You will put in tapu sticks and bring back what the white man gives you. Who is the woman?" staring hard at Jean, who had managed to keep an unruffled face in spite of the inquisition to which the women were subjecting her—touching her hands, her face, her hair, and the puzzling appointments of her dainty toilet. She had even induced one mother to let her pat the head of one brown mite, who was mumbling its fingers after reluctant teeth and stared at her with big round eyes.
"She is my wife."
"What is she wanting?"—a question evidently inspired by Jean's Miss Inquisitive look, which showed strongly at times and was much to the fore under the strain of the present interview.
"She is wanting everything," said Blair, with a smile. "It is probably that brown baby at present."