to see the cloven hoofs under him. They were cloven, it was true,
but the cleavages were great ulcers and livid putrefactions. Yet
this was Kiloliana, the most daring climber of them all, the man who
knew every goat-trail and who had led Koolau and his wretched
followers into the recesses of Kalalau.

"Ay, well questioned," Koolau answered. "Because we would not work
the miles of sugar-cane where once our horses pastured, they brought
the Chinese slaves from overseas. And with them came the Chinese
sickness--that which we suffer from and because of which they would
imprison us on Molokai. We were born on Kauai. We have been to the
other islands, some here and some there, to Oahu, to Maui, to
Hawaii, to Honolulu. Yet always did we come back to Kauai. Why did
we come back? There must be a reason. Because we love Kauai. We
were born here. Here we have lived. And here shall we die--unless-
-unless--there be weak hearts amongst us. Such we do not want.
They are fit for Molokai. And if there be such, let them not
remain. Tomorrow the soldiers land on the shore. Let the weak
hearts go down to them. They will be sent swiftly to Molokai. As
for us, we shall stay and fight. But know that we will not die. We
have rifles. You know the narrow trails where men must creep, one
by one. I, alone, Koolau, who was once a cowboy on Niihau, can hold
the trail against a thousand men. Here is Kapalei, who was once a
judge over men and a man with honour, but who is now a hunted rat,
like you and me. Hear him. He is wise."

Kapalei arose. Once he had been a judge. He had gone to college at
Punahou. He had sat at meat with lords and chiefs and the high
representatives of alien powers who protected the interests of
traders and missionaries. Such had been Kapalei. But now, as