Now you are to observe what sort of a man Keawe was,for he might have dwelt there in the Bright House for years,and no one been the wiser of his sickness;but he reckoned nothing of that,if he must lose Kokua.And again,he might have wed Kokua even as he was;and so many would have done,because they have the souls of pigs;but Keawe loved the maid manfully,and he would do her no hurt and bring her in no danger.
A little beyond the midst of the night,there came in his mind the recollection of that bottle.He went round to the back porch,and called to memory the day when the devil had looked forth;and at the thought ice ran in his veins.
"A dreadful thing is the bottle,"thought Keawe,"and dreadful is the imp,and it is a dreadful thing to risk the flames of hell.
But what other hope have I to cure my sickness or to wed Kokua?
What!"he thought,"would I beard the devil once,only to get me a house,and not face him again to win Kokua?"Thereupon he called to mind it was the next day the HALL went by on her return to Honolulu."There must I go first,"he thought,"and see Lopaka.For the best hope that I have now is to find that same bottle I was so pleased to be rid of."Never a wink could he sleep;the food stuck in his throat;but he sent a letter to Kiano,and about the time when the steamer would be coming,rode down beside the cliff of the tombs.It rained;his horse went heavily;he looked up at the black mouths of the caves,and he envied the dead that slept there and were done with trouble;and called to mind how he had galloped by the day before,and was astonished.So he came down to Hookena,and there was all the country gathered for the steamer as usual.In the shed before the store they sat and jested and passed the news;but there was no matter of speech in Keawe's bosom,and he sat in their midst and looked without on the rain falling on the houses,and the surf beating among the rocks,and the sighs arose in his throat.
"Keawe of the Bright House is out of spirits,"said one to another.
Indeed,and so he was,and little wonder.
Then the HALL came,and the whaleboat carried him on board.The after-part of the ship was full of Haoles (6)who had been to visit the volcano,as their custom is;and the midst was crowded with Kanakas,and the forepart with wild bulls from Hilo and horses from Kau;but Keawe sat apart from all in his sorrow,and watched for the house of Kiano.There it sat,low upon the shore in the black rocks,and shaded by the cocoa palms,and there by the door was a red holoku,no greater than a fly,and going to and fro with a fly's busyness."Ah,queen of my heart,"he cried,"I'll venture my dear soul to win you!"Soon after,darkness fell,and the cabins were lit up,and the Haoles sat and played at the cards and drank whiskey as their custom is;but Keawe walked the deck all night;and all the next day,as they steamed under the lee of Maui or of Molokai,he was still pacing to and fro like a wild animal in a menagerie.
Towards evening they passed Diamond Head,and came to the pier of Honolulu.Keawe stepped out among the crowd and began to ask for Lopaka.It seemed he had become the owner of a schooner -none better in the islands -and was gone upon an adventure as far as Pola-Pola or Kahiki;so there was no help to be looked for from Lopaka.Keawe called to mind a friend of his,a lawyer in the town (I must not tell his name),and inquired of him.They said he was grown suddenly rich,and had a fine new house upon Waikiki shore;and this put a thought in Keawe's head,and he called a hack and drove to the lawyer's house.
The house was all brand new,and the trees in the garden no greater than walking-sticks,and the lawyer,when he came,had the air of a man well pleased.
"What can I do to serve you?"said the lawyer.
"You are a friend of Lopaka's,"replied Keawe,"and Lopaka purchased from me a certain piece of goods that I thought you might enable me to trace."The lawyer's face became very dark."I do not profess to misunderstand you,Mr.Keawe,"said he,"though this is an ugly business to be stirring in.You may be sure I know nothing,but yet I have a guess,and if you would apply in a certain quarter Ithink you might have news."
And he named the name of a man,which,again,I had better not repeat.So it was for days,and Keawe went from one to another,finding everywhere new clothes and carriages,and fine new houses and men everywhere in great contentment,although,to be sure,when he hinted at his business their faces would cloud over.
"No doubt I am upon the track,"thought Keawe."These new clothes and carriages are all the gifts of the little imp,and these glad faces are the faces of men who have taken their profit and got rid of the accursed thing in safety.When I see pale cheeks and hear sighing,I shall know that I am near the bottle."So it befell at last that he was recommended to a Haole in Beritania Street.When he came to the door,about the hour of the evening meal,there were the usual marks of the new house,and the young garden,and the electric light shining in the windows;but when the owner came,a shock of hope and fear ran through Keawe;for here was a young man,white as a corpse,and black about the eyes,the hair shedding from his head,and such a look in his countenance as a man may have when he is waiting for the gallows.
"Here it is,to be sure,"thought Keawe,and so with this man he noways veiled his errand."I am come to buy the bottle,"said he.
At the word,the young Haole of Beritania Street reeled against the wall.
"The bottle!"he gasped."To buy the bottle!"Then he seemed to choke,and seizing Keawe by the arm carried him into a room and poured out wine in two glasses.
"Here is my respects,"said Keawe,who had been much about with Haoles in his time."Yes,"he added,"I am come to buy the bottle.
What is the price by now?"
At that word the young man let his glass slip through his fingers,and looked upon Keawe like a ghost.