“Yes,” Sheldon interrupted, “but it was according to the formula of the rule of the weak that Packard ruled.  And what was the result?  I am still alive.  Packard is dead.  He was unswervingly kind and gentle to his boys, and his boys waited till one day he was down with fever.  His head is over on Malaita now.  They carried away two whale-boats as well, filled with the loot of the store.  Then there was Captain Mackenzie of the ketch Minota.  He believed in kindness.  He also contended that better confidence was established by carrying no weapons.  On his second trip to Malaita, recruiting, he ran into Bina, which is near Langa Langa.  The rifles with which the boat’s-crew should have been armed, were locked up in his cabin.  When the whale-boat went ashore after recruits, he paraded around the deck without even a revolver on him.  He was tomahawked.  His head remains in Malaita.  It was suicide.  So was Packard’s finish suicide.”

“I grant that precaution is necessary in dealing with them,” Joan agreed; “but I believe that more satisfactory results can be obtained by treating them with discreet kindness and gentleness.”

“And there I agree with you, but you must understand one thing.  Berande, bar none, is by far the worst plantation in the Solomons so far as the labour is concerned.  And how it came to be so proves your point.  The previous owners of Berande were not discreetly kind.  They were a pair of unadulterated brutes.  One was a down-east Yankee, as I believe they are called, and the other was a guzzling German.  They were slave-drivers.  To begin with, they bought their labour from Johnny Be-blowed, the most notorious recruiter in the Solomons.  He is working out a ten years’ sentence in Fiji now, for the wanton killing of a black boy.  During his last days here he had made himself so obnoxious that the natives on Malaita would have nothing to do with him.  The only way he could get recruits was by hurrying to the spot whenever a murder or series of murders occurred.  The murderers were usually only too willing to sign on and get away to escape vengeance.  Down here they call such escapes, ‘pier-head jumps.’  There is suddenly a roar from the beach, and a nigger runs down to the water pursued by clouds of spears and arrows.  Of course, Johnny Be-blowed’s whale-boat is lying ready to pick him up.  In his last days Johnny got nothing but pier-head jumps.

“And the first owners of Berande bought his recruits—­a hard-bitten gang of murderers.  They were all five-year boys.  You see, the recruiter has the advantage over a boy when he makes a pier-head jump.  He could sign him on for ten years did the law permit.  Well, that’s the gang of murderers we’ve got on our hands now.  Of course some are dead, some have been killed, and there are others serving sentences at Tulagi.  Very little clearing did those first owners do, and less planting.  It was war all the time.  They