"You will not leave me—!"
"Only for a time. I must find someone who has a boat and borrow it. If there are no others, the trader will lend me his."
"He cannot know what I want of it."
"Motauri—" she cried, appalled, "keep away from that man!"
"I have used his boat before," he soothed. "It will be all right. And we must—we must have a boat. Remember where we are."...
She had caught his wrist unwittingly, but now she released it. They stood so for a moment. She was remembering.
"Very well," she said, subdued.
"You will be safe here," he assured her. "Stay close in the brush. Nobody passes this last house. And when I come I will sing a little, very quietly, to let you know. Good-bye, Hokoolele—!"
"Good-bye," she said, with a catch at her throat and a strange foreboding.