Part 90 (2/2)

But all this passed away as the faint light of day gave place to the brilliant glow of the ati caully, dohich a tremendous torrent poured with a heavy thunderous sound

And now, as Don and Jem were about to throw theati held out his hand in English fashi+on to Don

”My pakeha,” he said softly, ” so quaint in his salutation that, in spite of weariness and trouble, Don laughed till he saw the great chiefs countenance cloud

But it cleared at once as Don caught his hand, pressed it warati, grasping the hand he held with painful energy ”My pakeha, erly

”Yes, yes,” said Ngati; and then he stood, looking puzzled, as he tried to re his head sadly, he said, ”No, no,” in a helpless, dissatisfied tone ”Want Tomati Tomati--”

He closed his eyes, and laid his head sidewise, to suggest that Torotesque tattooing, wore an aspect of sadness that touched Don

”Tohtened

”Dead,” he said; ”Tomati dead--dead--all--dead”

”Yes, poor fellows, all but the prisoners,” said Don, speaking slowly, in the hope that the chief rasp some of his words

But he did not understand a syllable, though he see with hiravely

”My pakeha,” he said, pressing Don's hand Then turning to Jem, he held out his other hand, and said slowly, ”Jemmeree Good boy”

”Well, that's very kind of you,” said Jem, quietly ”We don't understand one another ati; so I shake hands hearty; and I'll stand by you, ati, srave and pained again, he pointed over the mountain ”Maori kill,” he said ”Want eat?”

”Yes; eat, eat,” said Je; noto a palrowth and handed it to his coan to munch some of it hione by that tree a hundred tiood to eat What's it like, Mas' Don?”

”Soether”

”Yes; 'tarn't bad,” said Je about for sost the trees, but he did not seem to find that of which he was in search He uttered a cry of satisfaction the next s froood!” he exclaiave them to Don to carry, while he once more resumed his search, which this ti tree, and stripped froe number of its olive-like berries

”There now,” said Jeht, Mas' Don; 'tarn't tea and coffee, and bread and butter, but it's salad and eggs and fruit Why, fighting cocks'll be nothing to it We shall live like princes, see if we don't What's thes like?”

”Like very ripe apples, Je the fruit carefully

”That'll do, then Pity we can't find soht a fire to cook 'eati”