Unfortunately, he was ignorant of the ways of white men.  This particular white man educated him by arriving at his grass house in the gray of dawn.  In the first moment he had felt amused.  He was so perfectly safe in the midst of his village.  But the next moment, and before he could cry out, a pair of handcuffs on the white man’s knuckles had landed on his mouth, knocking the cry of alarm back down his throat.  Also, the white man’s other fist had caught him under the ear and left him without further interest in what was happening.  When he came to, he found himself in the white man’s whale-boat on the way to Berande.  At Berande he had been treated as one of no consequence, with handcuffs on hands and feet, to say nothing of chains.  When his tribe had returned the three runaways, he was given his freedom.  And finally, the terrible white man had fined him and Balesuna village ten thousand cocoanuts.  After that he had sheltered no more runaway Malaita men.  Instead, he had gone into the business of catching them.  It was safer.  Besides, he was paid one case of tobacco per head.  But if he ever got a chance at that white man, if he ever caught him sick or stood at his back when he stumbled and fell on a bush-trail—­well, there would be a head that would fetch a price in Malaita.

Sheldon was pleased with what Seelee told him.  The seventh man of the last batch of runaways had been caught and was even then at the gate.  He was brought in, heavy-featured and defiant, his arms bound with cocoanut sennit, the dry blood still on his body from the struggle with his captors.

“Me savvee you good fella, Seelee,” Sheldon said, as the chief gulped down a quarter-tumbler of raw trade-gin.  “Fella boy belong me you catch short time little bit.  This fella boy strong fella too much.  I give you fella one case tobacco—­my word, one case tobacco.  Then, you good fella along me, I give you three fathom calico, one fella knife big fella too much.”

The tobacco and trade goods were brought from the storeroom by two house-boys and turned over to the chief of Balesuna village, who accepted the additional reward with a non-committal grunt and went away down the path to his canoes.  Under Sheldon’s directions the house-boys handcuffed the prisoner, by hands and feet, around one of the pile supports of the house.  At eleven o’clock, when the labourers came in from the field, Sheldon had them assembled in the compound before the veranda.  Every able man was there, including those who were helping about the hospital.  Even the women and the several pickaninnies of the plantation were lined up with the rest, two deep—­a horde of naked savages a trifle under two hundred strong.  In addition to their ornaments of bead and shell and bone, their pierced ears and nostrils were burdened with safety-pins, wire nails, metal hair-pins, rusty iron handles of cooking utensils, and the patent keys for opening corned beef tins.  Some wore penknives clasped on their kinky locks for safety.  On the chest of one a china door-knob was suspended, on the chest of another the brass wheel of an alarm clock.