She told him, and he shook hands with me up to the hilt, and says he: “No talk. Go up to-mollow. You my friend?”
“No, sir,” says I, “no such foolishness.—I’ve come here to trade, tell him, and not to make friends. But as to Case, I’ll send that man to glory!”
So off Maea went, pretty well pleased, as I could see.
[4] Æolian.
CHAPTER V
NIGHT IN THE BUSH
Well, I was committed now; Tiapolo had to be smashed up before next day, and my hands were pretty full, not only with preparations, but with argument. My house was like a mechanics’ debating society: Uma was so made up that I shouldn’t go into the bush by night, or that, if I did, I was never to come back again. You know her style of arguing: you’ve had a specimen about Queen Victoria and the devil; and I leave you to fancy if I was tired of it before dark.