Belong Sati he finish altogether two tens pounds and six fella pounds." "What name stop two tens pounds and six fella pounds ?" Nau-hau continued inflexibly.
"Stop 'm along me," the captain answered curtly.
"Give 'm me two tens pounds and six fella pounds." "Give 'm you hell," Van Horn refused, and in the blue of his eyes the black chief sensed the impression of the dynamite out of which white men seemed made, and felt his brain quicken to the vision of the bloody day he first encountered an explosion of dynamite and was hurled through the air.
"What name that old fella boy stop 'm along canoe ?" Van Horn asked, pointing to an old man in a canoe alongside.

"Him father belong Sati ?" "Him father belong Sati," Nau-hau affirmed.
Van Horn motioned the old man in and on board, beckoned Borckman to take charge of the deck and of Nau-hau, and went below to get the money from his strong-box.

When he returned, cavalierly ignoring the chief, he addressed himself to the old man.
"What name belong you ?" "Me fella Nino," was the quavering response.

"Him fella Sati belong along me." Van Horn glanced for verification to Nau-hau, who nodded affirmation in the reverse Solomon way; whereupon Van Horn counted twenty-six gold sovereigns into the hand of Sati's father.
Immediately thereafter Nau-hau extended his hand and received the sum.
Twenty gold pieces the chief retained for himself, returning to the old man the remaining six.

It was no quarrel of Van Horn's.