The shadow of a flying-fox drifted by in velvet silence overhead.
A light air fanned coolly on her cheek; it was the land-breeze beginning to blow.
"You go along quarters," she said, starting to turn on her heel to enter the gate.
"You pay me," said the boy.
"Aroa, you all the same one big fool.

I no pay you.

Now you go." But the black was unmoved.

She felt that he was regarding her almost insolently as he repeated: "I take 'm medicine.

You pay me.