Have you seen a child when he is all alone and has a wooden sword, and
fights, leaping and hewing with the empty air?  Even so the man-eaters
huddled back to back, and heaved up their axes, and laid on, and screamed
as they laid on, and behold! no man to contend with them! only here and
there Keola saw an axe swinging over against them without hands; and time
and again a man of the tribe would fall before it, clove in twain or
burst asunder, and his soul sped howling.

For awhile Keola looked upon this prodigy like one that dreams, and then
fear took him by the midst as sharp as death, that he should behold such
doings.  Even in that same flash the high chief of the clan espied him
standing, and pointed and called out his name.  Thereat the whole tribe
saw him also, and their eyes flashed, and their teeth clashed.

вАЬI am too long here,вАЭ thought Keola, and ran further out of the wood and
down the beach, not caring whither.

вАЬKeola!вАЭ said, a voice close by upon the empty sand.

вАЬLehua! is that you?вАЭ he cried, and gasped, and looked in vain for her;
but by the eyesight he was stark alone.

вАЬI saw you pass before,вАЭ the voice answered: вАЬbut you would not hear me.
Quick! get the leaves and the herbs, and let us free.вАЭ

вАЬYou are there with the mat?вАЭ he asked.

вАЬHere, at your side;вАЭ said she.  And he felt her arms about him.  вАЬQuick!
the leaves and the herbs, before my father can get back!вАЭ

So Keola ran for his life, and fetched the wizard fuel; and Lehua guided
him back, and set his feet upon the mat, and made the fire.  All the time
of its burning, the sound of the battle towered out of the wood; the
wizards and the man-eaters hard at fight; the wizards, the viewless ones,
roaring out aloud like bulls upon a mountain, and the men of the tribe
replying shrill and savage out of the terror of their souls.  And all the
time of the burning, Keola stood there and listened, and shook, and
watched how the unseen hands of Lehua poured the leaves.  She poured them
fast, and the flame burned high, and scorched KeolaвАЩs hands; and she
speeded and blew the burning with her breath.  The last leaf was eaten,
the flame fell, and the shock followed, and there were Keola and Lehua in
the room at home.

Now, when Keola could see his wife at last he was mighty pleased, and he
was mighty pleased to be home again in Molokai and sit down beside a bowl
of poiвАФfor they make no poi on board ships, and there was none in the
Isle of VoicesвАФand he was out of the body with pleasure to be clean
escaped out of the hands of the eaters of men.  But there was another
matter not so clear, and Lehua and Keola talked of it all night and were
troubled.  There was Kalamake left upon the isle.  If, by the blessing of
God, he could but stick there, all were well; but should he escape and
return to Molokai, it would be an ill day for his daughter and her
husband.  They spoke of his gift of swelling, and whether he could wade
that distance in the seas.  But Keola knew by this time where that island
wasвАФand that is to say, in the Low or Dangerous Archipelago.  So they
fetched the atlas and looked upon the distance in the map, and by what
they could make of it, it seemed a far way for an old gentleman to walk.
Still, it would not do to make too sure of a warlock like Kalamake, and
they determined at last to take counsel of a white missionary.

So the first one that came by, Keola told him everything.  And the
missionary was very sharp on him for taking the second wife in the low
island; but for all the rest, he vowed he could make neither head nor
tail of it.

вАЬHowever,вАЭ says he, вАЬif you think this money of your fatherвАЩs ill gotten,
my advice to you would be, give some of it to the lepers and some to the
missionary fund.  And as for this extraordinary rigmarole, you cannot do
better than keep it to yourselves.вАЭ

But he warned the police at Honolulu that, by all he could make out,
Kalamake and Keola had been coining false money, and it would not be
amiss to watch them.

Keola and Lehua took his advice, and gave many dollars to the lepers and
the fund.  And no doubt the advice must have been good, for from that day
to this, Kalamake has never more been heard of.  But whether he was slain
in the battle by the trees, or whether he is still kicking his heels upon
the Isle of Voices, who shall say?

Footnotes:

{1}  Please pronounce _pappa_ throughout.

{2}  Alas!

{3}  Aeolian

{4}  Yes.

{5}  Leprosy.

{6}  Whites.