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"
I
confess
,
"
said
the
doctor
,
turning
to
me
,
"
that
I
hesitated
.
I
did
not
relish
fourteen
kilometres
over
a
bad
pathway
,
and
there
was
no
chance
that
I
could
get
back
to
Papeete
that
night
.
Besides
,
Strickland
was
not
sympathetic
to
me
.
He
was
an
idle
,
useless
scoundrel
,
who
preferred
to
live
with
a
native
woman
rather
than
work
for
his
living
like
the
rest
of
us
.
Mon
Dieu
,
how
was
I
to
know
that
one
day
the
world
would
come
to
the
conclusion
that
he
had
genius
?
I
asked
the
girl
if
he
was
not
well
enough
to
have
come
down
to
see
me
.
I
asked
her
what
she
thought
was
the
matter
with
him
.
She
would
not
answer
.
I
pressed
her
,
angrily
perhaps
,
but
she
looked
down
on
the
ground
and
began
to
cry
.
Then
I
shrugged
my
shoulders
;
after
all
,
perhaps
it
was
my
duty
to
go
,
and
in
a
very
bad
temper
I
bade
her
lead
the
way
.
"
His
temper
was
certainly
no
better
when
he
arrived
,
perspiring
freely
and
thirsty
.
Ata
was
on
the
look
-
out
for
him
,
and
came
a
little
way
along
the
path
to
meet
him
.
"
Before
I
see
anyone
give
me
something
to
drink
or
I
shall
die
of
thirst
,
"
he
cried
out
.
"
Pour
l
’
amour
de
Dieu
,
get
me
a
cocoa
-
nut
.
"
She
called
out
,
and
a
boy
came
running
along
.
He
swarmed
up
a
tree
,
and
presently
threw
down
a
ripe
nut
.
Ata
pierced
a
hole
in
it
,
and
the
doctor
took
a
long
,
refreshing
draught
.
Then
he
rolled
himself
a
cigarette
and
felt
in
a
better
humour
.
"
Now
,
where
is
the
Red
One
?
"
he
asked
.
"
He
is
in
the
house
,
painting
.
I
have
not
told
him
you
were
coming
.
Go
in
and
see
him
.
"
"
But
what
does
he
complain
of
?
If
he
is
well
enough
to
paint
,
he
is
well
enough
to
have
come
down
to
Taravao
and
save
me
this
confounded
walk
.
I
presume
my
time
is
no
less
valuable
than
his
.
"
Ata
did
not
speak
,
but
with
the
boy
followed
him
to
the
house
.
The
girl
who
had
brought
him
was
by
this
time
sitting
on
the
verandah
,
and
here
was
lying
an
old
woman
,
with
her
back
to
the
wall
,
making
native
cigarettes
.
Ata
pointed
to
the
door
.
The
doctor
,
wondering
irritably
why
they
behaved
so
strangely
,
entered
,
and
there
found
Strickland
cleaning
his
palette
.
There
was
a
picture
on
the
easel
.
Strickland
,
clad
only
in
a
pareo
,
was
standing
with
his
back
to
the
door
,
but
he
turned
round
when
he
heard
the
sound
of
boots
.
He
gave
the
doctor
a
look
of
vexation
.
He
was
surprised
to
see
him
,
and
resented
the
intrusion
.
But
the
doctor
gave
a
gasp
,
he
was
rooted
to
the
floor
,
and
he
stared
with
all
his
eyes
.
This
was
not
what
he
expected
.
He
was
seized
with
horror
.
