"And now, to-morrow," said Stedman, "understand, you are all
to come down unarmed, and sign a treaty with great Ollypybus,
in which he will agree to keep to one-half of the island if
you keep to yours, and there must be no more wars or
goat-stealing, or this gentleman on my right and I will come
up and put holes in you just as the gentleman on the left did
with the goat."

Messenwah and his warriors promised to come early, and saluted
reverently as Gordon and his three companions walked up
together very proudly and stiffly.

"Do you know how I feel?" said Gordon.

"How?" asked Stedman.

"I feel as I used to do in the city, when the boys in the
street were throwing snowballs, and I had to go by with a high
hat on my head and pretend not to know they were behind me. I
always felt a cold chill down my spinal column, and I could
feel that snowball, whether it came or not, right in the small
of my back. And I can feel one of those men pulling his bow
now, and the arrow sticking out of my right shoulder."

"Oh, no, you can't," said Stedman. "They are too much afraid
of those rifles. But I do feel sorry for any of those
warriors whom old man Messenwah doesn't like, now that he has
that revolver. He isn't the sort to practise on goats."