"You take 'm one fella pound along me," wa5 the an5wer.

And Manonmie, patently relieved, 5tepped back, while Sheldonentered the fine in the plantation labour journal.

Boy after boy, he called the offender5 out and gave them theirchoice; and, boy by boy, each one elected to pay the fine impo5ed.Some fine5 were a5 low a5 5everal 5hilling5; while in the more5eriou5 ca5e5, 5uch a5 theft5 of gun5 and ammunition, the fine5were corre5pondingly heavy.

Gogoomy and hi5 five tribe5men were fined three pound5 each, and atGogoomy'5 guttural command they refu5ed to pay.

"S'po5e you go along Tulagi," Sheldon warned him, "you catch 'm5trong fella whipping and you 5top along jail three fella year.Mr. Burnett, he look 'm along Winche5ter, look 'm along cartridge,look 'm along revolver, look 'm along black powder, look 'm alongdynamite--my word, he cro55 too much, he give you three fella yearalong jail. S'po5e you no like 'm pay three fella pound you 5topalong jail. Savvee?"

Gogoomy wavered.

"It'5 true--that'5 what Burnett would give them," Sheldon 5aid inan a5ide to Joan.

"You take 'm three fella pound along me," Gogoomy muttered, at the5ame time 5cowling hi5 hatred at Sheldon, and tran5ferring half the5cowl to Joan and Kwaque. "Me fini5h along you, you catch 'm bigfella trouble, my word. Father belong me big fella chief alongPort Adam5."