that night, like the nights before, i tossed and turned on my bed incessantly. the pain in my leg had come back once more. it was long before i dropped asleep by degrees. when i did sleep, i slept very heavily, almost as if some one had drugged or tampered with my drink at dinner.

in the stillness of the night, a sound again awoke me. i raised my head and gazed up suddenly. could this be kalaua and his friend again? no, not this time. a red glare poured in at the window. and it was frank who stood with a warning finger uplifted close by my bedside in the glow of mauna loa.

"tom," he whispered in a hoarse, low voice, "there's foul play going on, i'm certain. i see nobody in kalaua's room, and just look how red it all is to eastward."

at the word, i jumped out of bed awkwardly, and crept to the window as well as my injured limb would permit me. sure enough, a lurid light hung over the peak where the sailors were encamped: "give me the glass!" i cried. frank handed it to me hastily. i looked and saw a great glare of fire surrounding the tents with their white awnings. at first my eyes told me no more than that: after a while, as i grew more and more accustomed to the gloom, i could see that a dozen little points of fire were blazing away around the frail canvas shelters.

"there's something up on mauna loa," i cried. "an eruption!" frank inquired with bated breath.

"no, no," i answered. "not a mere eruption. worse than that—a fire, an incendiary fire. the ground around them seems to be all one blaze."

"kalaua said it was inflammable, you remember," frank cried.

"but sulphur would never burn like that," i answered. "i fancy he must mean to turn them out by fair means or foul; and as far as i can see he's succeeding in his object."

"you think it's he who's set it on fire then?" frank asked curiously.

"run up and see," i answered. "the sailors are awake and moving about hastily; but perhaps you may yet be of some use to them."

"all right," frank answered, "i'll be with them like wildfire."

in a minute he had tumbled into his coat and trousers, pulled on his boots, clapped his hat on his head, and run out lightly up the road to the encampment. by the time he reached the burning summit, i could see with the glass that the whole camp was in a perfect turmoil of wild confusion. the sailors were rapidly unpegging the tents and carrying away the instruments from the burning patch to a place of safety lower down the mountain. i could make out frank joining eagerly in the task; he was helping them now with all his heart and soul. i only wished i too was there to second him. in this struggle of science against savage malignancy, my indignant sympathy went fiercely out on the side of knowledge. but my lame leg kept me painfully inactive.

presently, in the dim light, far nearer home, i saw two men creep slowly down the crater path from the summit: two skulking men, with native scarves tied loosely round their waists; tall and erect, lithe and cautious. i recognized them at once; one was kalaua, the other was his visitor of the preceding evening. they crept down with the air of men engaged on some criminal undertaking. in their hands they bore two empty tin kegs: i knew the shape well; they were american petroleum cans!

like lightning the truth flashed through my startled brain. for some reason or other best known to themselves, these two secret votaries of an almost extinct faith desired to dislodge the eclipse-observing party from the peak that overhung and commanded the crater. they feared perhaps the wrath of their hideous goddess. unable to move the englishmen by force of reasoning, they had tried to drive them out from this sacred site by means of fire. they had saturated the porous and sulphurous soil here and there with petroleum. no pity, no remorse; they must have meant to burn them as they lay, for then, applying a match to it quietly, they had stolen away, leaving the flames to fight the battle in their absence against the sleeping white men, whom they had perhaps supplied with drugged water from the well in the garden.

at the gate they separated. it was a weird sight. neither spoke, but both together bowed down thrice in the direction of the steaming crater. after that each placed his palms against his neighbour's. then kalaua stalked silently on towards his own house; his companion descended the zig-zag path that led right down to the floor of the strangers.

could maloka live in some cave of the platform? it was terrible to dwell in an atmosphere like this—an atmosphere of doubt, suspicion, and heathen treachery. save for kea's sake i would have left it at once. but kea's fate bound me still to the spot. i must learn the truth about this terrible marriage.

for half an hour i sat and watched, while the observers on the hill-top ran to and fro in their eager desire to save their tents and baggage from the menaced destruction. happily, they had waked before the fire reached them. at the end of that time, frank and the first lieutenant came down with news. "how goes the fire?" i asked in breathless eagerness.

"almost under now," the officer answered cheerily. "we've managed to put it out somehow for the present. but what can you do in the way of putting out fire when the very earth under your feet's inflammable! i never saw stuff burn like that. the flames spread at first on every side with just wonderful rapidity."

"ah," i put in as carelessly as i could. "lava, i suppose, and sulphur, and so forth?"

"h'm," the lieutenant answered with a dubious sniff. "you may call it sulphur and lava if you like; but for my part, i think it smelt precious like petroleum."

"you don't mean to say so!" i cried, astonished at this independent confirmation of my worst suspicions.

"yes, i do," he answered. "that's just about the name of it. and petroleum doesn't grow of itself in hawaii."

"tom," my brother said, coming up to me quietly, and speaking in a very unwonted whisper; "this is not the place to discuss all these things. the sooner you and i can get out of it the better. it's my belief kalaua has saturated the ground with something and set it on fire."

"i don't know what particular heathen did it," the officer put in with a confident tone; "but of this i'm sure, that somebody's poured coal oil all over the place. i smelt it distinctly. now, i don't mind camping out on volcanoes or craters when they're left to themselves, but i'm hanged if i like them when they're stirred up with coal oil to go burning down the tent over a fellow's head. it's clear these sandwich islanders are inhospitable folk; they don't mean to let us pitch our tents on that particular spot; and if they can't turn us out one way, why then they'll turn us out in another. as it is, we've lost already two of our tents, and it was a blessing we didn't lose the whole lot together, not to mention the lives of her majesty's lieges to our care committed, for we were snoring most peacefully when the fire began."

"how did it all happen?" i asked with interest.

"why, just like this. we were lying asleep, like warriors taking their rest, on our own mattresses—sound asleep, every man jack of us—when i saw a glare shining under the tent, which i suppose would never have woke me if a spark hadn't happened to fall on my forehead. my first idea was that the volcano had got up an eruption on purpose in our honour: but when i got outside and looked at the ground, i came to the conclusion it couldn't be that for various reasons, and i set it down to your friend the native. for one thing, the place just reeked of petroleum, and for another, it was only alight on the surface, in half-a-dozen different places at once, exactly as if somebody had set a match to it."

"and what did you do then?" i inquired.

"oh, i waked the men—and i never knew men so hard to waken. by dint of care however we've put it out, and i've come down here to talk the thing over with you."

"well, what do you think you'll do now?" i asked.

"why, the british tar doesn't like to be beaten," my new friend answered, "but i'm shot if i'm going to lie still and be roasted alive in my bed like a salamander. these fellows seem too shifty for us to deal with. open fighting i don't object to, mind you, but i do object to baking a man to death unawares while he's sleeping. it's distinctly caddish. the other place seems a very decent one. it's not so good as this in some ways, i admit, but it'll do anyhow better than a baking. and as soon as we can get away down to honolulu, we shall have the law against these petroleum-spilling brown fellows."

"you will get no redress," i said. "no hawaiian will believe any story against pélé. but at any rate you had better move for the present. some evil will befall you if you stop where you are. kalaua sticks neither at fire nor poison."

and sure enough, they were forced to shift their quarters next day to the place kalaua had at first pointed out to them.

by this time indeed i will frankly confess, it was beginning to strike me that kalaua's was not a safe place to live in. we had almost made up our minds indeed that as soon as the eclipse was well over, we would return on the hornet to honolulu. kea's wedding alone could detain us longer: but my curiosity on that point was so strong and vivid that i determined to ask our new friends to wait till it was over, and then to take us with them to the neighbouring island. i couldn't bear to abandon her to kalaua's mercy. meanwhile, the sailors were busy with their own preparations, for the eclipse arrangements took up their whole time.

for the next few days accordingly frank was all agog with this new excitement. he was running about all over the summit from morning till night, deeply engaged in the mysteries of tent-pegging, and absorbed in discussions of level, theodolite, telescope, and spectrum analysis. he was proud to display his knowledge of the volcano to his new friends. he showed the first lieutenant every path and gully round that terrific crater: leaped horrible fissures, yawning over abysses of liquid flame, with the junior midshipman; and made the good-humoured and easy-going sailors teach him marvellous knots, or instruct him in the art and science of splicing. as for me, i hobbled about lamely on my crutches as well as i could, envying him the ease with which he did it all, and longing for the time when i too might get about up and down the crater on my own two legs, without let or hindrance.

"sailors are awfully jolly fellows," frank confided to me one evening, after a day spent in exploring and setting up instruments. "upon my word, do you know, tom, if i wasn't so awfully gone on volcanoes, i think i'd really run away to sea and be a gallant midshipmite."

"for my part i don't care for such dangerous occupations," i answered prudently, gazing down with pensive regret into the slumbering crater, that heaved now and then uncomfortably in its sleep with the most enticing motion. "a storm at sea's an unpleasant sort of thing. i don't like all that tossing and plunging. give me the peace and quiet of dry land, with no more excitement than one gets afforded one by an occasional eruption or a stray earth-quake, just to diversify the monotony of every-day existence."

and indeed i could never understand myself why anybody should want any more adventurous life than that of a sober scientific man, with a taste for volcanoes. none of your hurricanes and tornadoes for me. a good eruption's fun enough for anybody.

the point finally selected by the naval men for their camp and observatory lay at some considerable distance from kalaua's house, but full in view from the open verandah. it was difficult of access however in spite of its position, because a huge gully or rent in the mountain-side, descending to several hundred feet below, intervened to separate us; and the interval could therefore only be covered by something like half an hour's hard riding. i was not able myself accordingly to assist at any of their preparations; i could only sit on the verandah like an idle man, and watch them through a good field-glass, which enabled me to follow all their movements intelligibly, and to interest myself to some small extent in the details and difficulties of their extensive arrangements.

during these few remaining days, before the expected eclipse, kea sat with me often on the verandah doing nothing, for her work on her trousseau was now all finished; but she seemed more pre-occupied and self-centred than usual, as if dreading and hating her expected marriage. i felt sure she disliked the husband they had chosen for her. often when i spoke to her she brought her eyes back suddenly, as if from a great distance, and sighed before she answered me, like one whose mind has been fully engaged upon some very different and unpleasant subject. she asked me much too, at times, about her father's brother and friends in england, about the life in our quiet home country, about people and places she had heard her father talk about in her early childhood. she knew them all well by name; her father, she said, had loved to speak of them to her. evidently he had been one of those wild younger sons of a good family, who had left home early and gone to sea, and taking to a roving pacific life had fallen in love with some young hawaiian girl, kalaua's sister and kea's mother, for whose sake at last he had made his home for life upon a lofty peak of these remote islands. his family, displeased at his marriage, no doubt, had all but cast him off; and even if they invited kea to come home to them in england after his early death, they would have had no great affection, one may easily believe, for their little unknown half-caste kinswoman. yet i felt sure if only they could once have really seen kea they must have loved her dearly, for there was something so sweetly pathetic and winsome in her child-like manner that no one who saw her could help, in spite of himself, sympathizing with her and liking her.

"are there any volcanoes in england?" kea asked me once, after a long pause, with sudden energy.

"unhappily, no," i answered, with a quiet sigh of professional regret. "that's my one solitary cause of complaint against my native country. it's disgustingly free from volcanic disturbances. britain is much too solid indeed for my private taste. it affords no scope for an enterprising seismologist. there were some good craters once, to be sure, in geological times, at mull and cader idris, but they're all extinct long since. we haven't a volcano, good, bad, or indifferent, anywhere nearer us than hecla or vesuvius."

"then i should love england," kea replied very quietly. "oh, mr. hesselgrave, if that's so, what on earth made you ever leave england to come to such a country as hawaii?"

she spoke so earnestly, that i hardly liked to tell her in cold blood, i came just for the sake of those very volcanoes which seemed to impress her own private fancy so very unfavourably. there's no accounting for tastes. i've known people who loved yachting and didn't mind a bear hunt, yet wouldn't go near an eruption for a thousand pounds, and could hardly even be induced by the most glowing descriptions to look over the edge of a sheer precipice into the smoking crater of an active volcano. some folk's prejudices are really astonishing! as if volcanoes weren't at bottom the merest safety-valves to the internal fires of our earth's centre!

the few remaining days before the date of the eclipse passed by, i am happy to say, uneventfully. i was grateful for that. excitements indeed had come so thick and fast during these late weeks that a little quiet was a welcome novelty. and the presence of our english friends from the gunboat gave us further a sense of confidence and security to which we had far too long been strangers. we knew now, at least, that a british war-vessel lay moored in the harbour below to watch over our safety.

on one of the intervening evenings, as i sat in the verandah smoking a cigarette alone in the pleasant cool of tropical twilight, i heard two natives, hangers-on of kalaua's, talking together in the garden, where they were busy picking fruit and flowers for the use of the house on the grand occasion. at first i paid little heed to their conversation: but presently i thought i overheard among their talk the mysterious name of that strange maloka. i pricked up my ears at the sound. how very curious! then they too were busy with the great event. i listened eagerly for the rest of their colloquy.

"what are the flowers for?" the younger man asked, as he laid some roses and a great bunch of plumbago into a palm-leaf basket.

"garlands and wreaths for maloka's wedding," the elder answered in a hushed and lowered voice.

"it will be a very grand affair, no doubt," the younger went on quietly. "they've made great preparations. i saw the dress that kea is to wear, and the bridesmaids' veils. very fine, all of them. quite a festival! shall you go and see it?"

"if kalaua allows me," the other answered.

"she's a pretty young girl," the younger man continued in an unconcerned voice, still filling his basket. "a great deal too good to my mind for a wretched creature like maloka. what does an ugly fellow such as that want with a young and beautiful wife like kea? i'd give him some ugly old crone to match himself, i can tell you, if only i had my way about it."

"hush," the elder answered with a certain solemn tone of awe in his voice i had often noticed the natives used when they talked together about this unknown bridegroom. "maloka may be ugly and dark if you will, but he is a grand husband for any girl to light upon. you young men nowadays have no respect for family or greatness. it is a proud thing for a girl to marry such a bridegroom as maloka."

"well, as far as i'm concerned," the young native answered, with a slight toss of his head, "i don't think so much as you do of the whole lot of them. the family's all very well in its way, but an ugly girl would be quite good enough for a fellow of that sort. what's the use of throwing away beauty like hers upon maloka? nicely he'll treat her. however, it's no affair of mine, of course; her uncle and herself have settled the wedding. all i shall do is to go and look on. it'll be worth seeing. they say it's going to be the grandest wedding that ever was made in all hawaii since king kamehameha's daughter was married long ago to another member of the same family."

the old man laughed at this, as if it were a joke: but somehow his laughter sounded painfully grim. i felt that whatever maloka's family might happen to be—and it was clear that the natives thought it a very distinguished one—it was not famous for kind treatment of the unhappy women it took as brides to its illustrious bosom. my heart was sore for poor little kea. to be sure, she acquiesced in the marriage, no doubt, but then girls will sometimes acquiesce in anything. it was painful to think she was going to marry a native whom even coarse, common natives like these regarded as unworthy of her on any ground except that of family connection. but the hawaiians, i knew, have still to the full all the old barbaric love of aristocratic descent and distinguished ancestry. "a good match" would atone for anything.

at last the saturday of the expected eclipse arrived in due time, and all the day was occupied by frank and the naval officers in final arrangements for their scientific observations. at kalaua's house, too, great preparations seemed to be going on; it was clear some important event was at hand: we almost suspected that kea's wedding must be fixed for the sunday, or at least the monday morning following. kea tried on all her things early in the day, i believe; and many hawaiian girls came in to help her and to admire the effect of the veil and trimmings. but a less merry wedding-party i never heard in my life before. a cloud seemed to hang over the entire proceeding. instead of laughing and talking, as the natives generally do on the slightest provocation, we could hear them whispering below their breath in solemn tones in kea's room, and though lots of flowers had been picked and arranged for the occasion in long wreaths and garlands, the girls didn't make sport, as usual, out of their self-imposed task, but went through with it all with profound and most unwonted sombreness of look and movement. kea had said her betrothed was somebody of very great importance. i began to think he must be some one so awfully important that nobody dare even smile when they thought or spoke of him! i had never heard of any one quite so important as that before, except the head master of a public school; and it seemed in the highest degree improbable that kea should be going to marry the provost of eton, or the principal of clifton or cheltenham college.

"kea tried on all her things."

when evening drew on, we all had supper together at kalaua's—the naval officers, frank, and myself—and then the eclipse observation committee went off under frank's efficient guidance round the long gully to their chosen station. i meant to observe them there through my field-glass myself, and see what sort of scientific success was likely to attend their arduous labours.

for a while i sat and mused in silence. the house seemed unusually still and lonely after frank left. kalaua, kea, and the native servants were none of them loitering about on the verandah or in the sitting-room, where they generally lounged. i seemed to be in sole possession of the establishment, and i hobbled out by myself a little way on to the platform in front of the house, wondering what on earth could have become of all the inhabitants in a body together. my leg was nearly well now, i could get along nicely with the aid of the crutches. i was almost sorry indeed i hadn't tried to ride a horse, game leg and all, and go round with the eclipse party to the camp of observation.

yet somehow i felt uneasy, too, at kea's absence, and my uneasiness was increased, i don't know why, by the constant glare that overhung the crater. the lava was unusually red-hot to-night; the great eruption we had long expected must surely be coming. i hoped it would wait till my leg was quite well; a lame foot is more than enough to spoil the whole pleasure of the best and finest volcanic outburst to an enthusiastic amateur. i went back to the house and called twice for kea. nobody answered. my suspicions were quickened. i ventured to open the door of her bedroom. it was empty—empty! all the wedding-dresses and wreaths and veils were gone from their places, where i had often observed them when the door stood ajar in the course of the morning. a vague sense of terror fell upon my soul. what could all this mean? where was kea? and why was she out at this time of night, with all her friends, and in her wedding garments?

i called a third time, and nobody answered. but out on the platform in front of the house i saw an aged hawaiian hag, a witch-like old woman who hung about the place and lighted the fires, sitting crouched on the ground with her arms round her knees, and grinning hideously at my obvious discomfiture.

"where's kea, old lady?" i cried to her in hawaiian, as well as i could manage it.

the horrible old woman grinned still more odiously and maliciously in reply. "gone out," she answered, mumbling her words in her toothless mouth so that i could hardly make them out or understand them.

"where to?" i asked angrily, for i was ill at ease.

"how should i know?" the old woman growled back. "i suppose to the festival."

"the festival! where? what? when? whose festival?"

"the festival of maloka," the old hag mumbled with a cunning smile.

with a sudden horror i remembered then that maloka was the mysterious person to whom, as i concluded, kea was engaged—the person whom she and kalaua had so often mentioned in their low and whispered talk with one another.

"who's maloka?" i cried, sternly laying my hand upon her withered shoulder, "quick! tell me at once, or it will be the worse for you."

"he's pélé's son," the old hag answered, chuckling to herself with a horrible chuckle. "he lives with his mother, his angry mother, away, away, down in the depths of mauna loa. he's pélé's favourite. she loves him dearly: and she often asks for a wife for maloka."

in an instant the whole hideous, incredible truth flashed wildly across my bewildered brain. they were going to sacrifice kea to this hateful god! they were going to fling her into the mouth of the crater! they were going to offer her up in marriage to the son of pélé!