There was the sound of splashing and we looked out at the Shanghai to see sailing canoes being thrown over. Some islanders dived after their canoes, others were being carried down the rope ladder. On the deck people were busy untying the rest of the canoes.
Cumber and some of the older islanders had a short huddle. From the few words I could make out they wanted to call the Council, which was the Chief's cabinet, only nobody could recall exactly who was on this august body, it never having met. Teng kept talking loudly about the fine trade goods on the ship.
“Have you oil for motors?” the old joker with the outboard asked.
“As much as you need in exchange for three dozen drinking nuts,” Teng told him. “Also rum, canned pineapples, much rice, and many sweets.”
Nancy grabbed my arm, whispered in my ear, “If they land, Louise may die—the entire population can be wiped out!”
I looked at Eddie and didn't know what to do. I said, “Look here, Buck, if you're so concerned about the health of your divers, why don't you rush them to Papeete instead of horsing around here?”
“I have no business with you, American. There isn't any real sickness on my boat. Look at me.” He pounded on his barrel chest.
“You are probably full of penicillin—your own private supply,” Ruita said.
Buck addressed the islanders. “You know yourself it makes bad sense to go to Papeete. My divers only wish to return to PellaPella, when they have rested a day or two. In Papeete they would get lost, spend their diving money.”
“That is true,” Cumber said. “It is most easy to spend money in Papeete.”
I glanced around to ask Nancy what she expected me to do, but she was gone.
A kid on the outskirts of the crowd started shouting and we saw some of the sailing canoes were being slowly paddled toward the dock. Buck turned to the Chief. “Cumber, your own cousins are coming to ask for a few nuts and some fish. Will you turn them away?”
“No. I cannot. Let them come and we will feed them. It will be for a short time only and—”
There was an assortment of noises on the dock: the faint boom of the waves on the reef, the sound of the wind, the talk of people—yet the bark of the carbine cut through all other sounds, leaving only a sudden and deep silence. Even the people in the canoes heard it—or saw the flash—stopped paddling.
Nancy Adams was standing at the end of the village street, holding the rifle. I guess she must have been carrying it around in her bags all the time. She fired another shot, over the heads of the canoe people, then turned the gun on Buck, telling him in a low voice, “I am giving you four minutes, by my count, to get back to your long boat, tell your passengers to return to the schooner with their canoes, then pull anchor and leave.”
“These people only ask food,” Buck began. “A small—”
“If one canoe comes ashore, I will shoot your dirty heart out, so help me God!”
“Mama, be careful!” Ruita cried, walking slowly towards the old woman. “Let the Chief make the decision.”
“It is wrong to let people go hungry,” Cumber said, eyes on the rifle. Others in the crowd chorused agreement.
Nancy said, “Then fill several of our canoes with nuts and fruits, take them out to the schooner.”
“Ah! That is right thing—for all,” Cumber said, relief in his voice.
“Buck!” Nancy shouted, “You have only three minutes more of life! Start back to your schooner!”
“Now see here, you have no goddamn right to—” Buck began, then started toward Nancy. As I jumped at the big Swede, Eddie either hit him in the gut or kneed him—all I saw was the giant crumbling to the quay like air running out of a balloon.
Teng didn't move, but the blonde muscleman jumped up on the dock, started for Eddie, then stopped abruptly when Nancy fired a shot near his head. She said, “I have five more shells left in this clip. And you have less than two minutes left!”
Kid Marson had stopped so suddenly, as if he had walked into an invisible wall, that the islanders began to laugh and Cumber yelled, “It is decided! You,” he pointed to Teng, “go back to your boat at once. The rest will bring nuts and fruits here and I will get three canoes. Hurry!”
While Teng and Marson pulled Buck to his feet, Cumber cupped his hands and shouted out over the lagoon to the people waiting in canoes that food was being brought out to the schooner. Ruita told him to add that Buck was taking them to Papeete for medicines. We couldn't hear their response—they were on the lee side of the atoll—but I felt certain they wanted to land, more than anything else.
Marson helped Buck into their boat, Teng stood on the dock for a moment, as if hesitating. Nancy fired another shot —coral dust jumped at his feet. Teng leaped into the boat, yelled at Marson to take the oars.
I wondered if Nancy knew the bullet might have easily ricocheted and killed Teng... and I felt a little like a coward. I told myself I hadn't butted in because I didn't want to act the all-wise popaa telling the natives what to do. But at the same time I felt foolish. In actual size I was the biggest man on the atoll, except for Buck and Kid Marson. Yet it had been Eddie who had dumped Buck and a little old woman who threw a gun on them.
Empty canoes were brought to the beach, and the islanders got busy filling them with nuts and limes, papayas, even a jar of pickled sharks' livers. Nancy came over to me, the carbine cradled in her left arm. Ruita followed, eyeing the old woman with awe and admiration. Mrs. Adams said, “Ray, I want you to write down as much of this as you remember, now, in your shorthand, so we can give Papeete a full report if Buck makes any trouble.”
I dug in my pocket for my notebook and pencil, thinking —Big Ray, flattening them left and right with shorthand!
“He's smack in the wrong, won't open his yap,” Eddie said, taking the gun from Nancy's arm. “These carbines are good old rifles—nice and light. Where did you buy it?”
“In Samoa,” Nancy said, her leather face relaxing as she smiled. “Had some idea I might use it for shooting fish. I'm not as agile as I used to be.”
“Mama, if they... they hadn't agreed, would you have killed them?”
Nancy stared at Ruita for a second, squeezed her hand and said softly, “Yes.”
There was a long dull cough out in the lagoon, followed by a collective wail from the canoes. We spun around to see the Shanghai making for the channel under power, leaving canoes full of sick divers behind in the lagoon.
Chapter VII
There was a moment of shocked silence as everybody stared at the schooner making for the channel.
Eddie shouted, “Son of a bitch!” and fired a wild burst at the Shanghai.
Nancy moaned, “Now we're stuck with them!”
Cumber said, “Schooner captain pretty bad fellow.”
This understatement started me giggling and Ruita shook me, asked, “Ray, can you catch them in the Hooker?”