So Stedman bade the King tell his men to drive a goat toward them, and the King did so, and one of the men struck one of the goats with his spear, and it ran clumsily across the plain.

“Take your time, Bradley,” said Gordon.

“Aim low, and if you hit it, you can have it for supper.”

“And if you miss it,” said Stedman, gloomily, “Messenwah may have us for supper.”

The Hillmen had seated themselves a hundred yards off, while the leaders were debating, and they now rose curiously and watched Bradley, as he sank upon one knee, and covered the goat with his rifle.  When it was about one hundred and fifty yards off he fired, and the goat fell over dead.

And then all the Hillmen, with the King himself, broke away on a run, toward the dead animal, with much shouting.  The King came back alone, leaving his people standing about and examining the goat.  He was much excited, and talked and gesticulated violently.

“He says—­” said Stedman; “he says—­”

“What? yes, goon.”

“He says—­goodness me!—­what do you think he says?”

“Well, what does he say?” cried Gordon, in great excitement.  “Don’t keep it all to yourself.”

“He says,” said Stedman, “that we are deceived; that he is no longer King of the Island of Opeki; that he is in great fear of us, and that he has got himself into no end of trouble.  He says he sees that we are indeed mighty men, that to us he is as helpless as the wild boar before the javelin of the hunter.”

“Well, he’s right,” said Gordon.  “Go on.”

“But that which we ask is no longer his to give.  He has sold his kingship and his right to this island to another king, who came to him two days ago in a great canoe, and who made noises as we do—­with guns, I suppose he means—­and to whom he sold the island for a watch that he has in a bag around his neck.  And that he signed a paper, and made marks on a piece of bark, to show that he gave up the island freely and forever.”

“What does he mean?” said Gordon.  “How can he give up the island?  Ollypybus is the king of half of it, anyway, and he knows it.”

“That’s just it,” said Stedman.  “That’s what frightens him.  He said he didn’t care about Ollypybus, and didn’t count him in when he made the treaty, because he is such a peaceful chap that he knew he could thrash him into doing anything he wanted him to do.  And now that you have turned up and taken Ollypybus’s part, he wishes he hadn’t sold the island, and wishes to know if you are angry.”

“Angry? of course I’m angry,” said Gordon, glaring as grimly at the frightened monarch as he thought was safe.  “Who wouldn’t be angry?  Who do you think these people were who made a fool of him, Stedman?  Ask him to let us see this watch.”

Stedman did so, and the King fumbled among his necklaces until he had brought out a leather bag tied round his neck with a cord, and containing a plain stem-winding silver watch marked on the inside “Munich.”