resort they visited, and Kuola was now laid up in bed with a broken head, while Wakari was in the local jail, serving out a sentence of sixty days.
Larry was looking out not merely for the natives. He had the Norwegian who had robbed him still in mind, and several idle hours in the evening were spent in trying to hunt this fellow down, but without result. He had told Striker, Hobson, and the others of the affair, and they were justly indignant.
"Such a fellow is no better nor them Kanakas," growled Luke Striker. "It's a pity they couldn't ship in some craft as was bound for Davy Jones' locker. Now the cap'n's took one furiner aboard as I don't like the looks of, but he's signed, an' that's an end on it, I reckon. Hobson, have you heard anything of this Oleson?"
"Tom Grandon said he wasn't coming aboard till the day we sailed," responded the English sailor. "No, I didn't like his looks either. Wish the captain had taken an Englishman or an American instead. I can't bear those Norwegians nor Poles nor Russians."
In another day the cargo was entirely removed, and then the Columbia lost no time in taking on her new load for Hong Kong,—a miscellaneous collection
