him--

"'These are my words,' he said. 'I am a man of peace, but this man
Franka is a robber and a dog, and hath stolen upon me in the night and
slain my people, and his hands are reddened with blood. And he hath put
foul dishonour on me by stealing Solepa my wife, and carrying her away
from my house as if she were a slave or a harlot. And there is no room
here for such a man to live unless he be a better man than I. But I am
no murderer. So stand aside all! Let him rise and rest awhile, and then
shall we two fight, man to man. Either he or I must die.'

"Then many men of both sides came to him and said, 'Let this thing be
finished. You are a strong man. Take this robber and slay him as you
would slay a pig.' But he put them aside, and said he would fight him
man to man, as Englishmen fought.

"So when Franka was rested two cutlasses were brought, and the two men
stood face to face on the sand. I kept close to Franka, for I meant to
stab him if I could, but Preston angrily bade me stand back. Then the
two crossed their swords together and began to fight. It was a great
fight, but it did not last long, for Preston soon ran his sword through
Franka's chest. I saw it come out through his back. But as he fell and
Preston bent over him he thrust his cutlass into Preston's stomach and
worked it to and fro. Then Preston fell on him, and they died together.

"There was no more bloodshed. Solepa and Sipi and I dressed the dead man
in his best clothes, and the Ro|an Kiti men dressed Franka in his
best clothes, and a great funeral feast was made, and we buried them
together on the little island. And Solepa went back again to Honolulu in
a whaleship. She was young and fair, and should have soon found another