r leaped like a deer out of the
circle, and began to race along the beach like a hound that has been
bathing. As he ran he kept stooping to snatch shells; and it seemed to
Keola that they glittered as he took them. The leaves blazed with a
clear flame that consumed them swiftly; and presently Keola had but a
handful left, and the sorcerer was far off, running and stooping.

"Back!" cried Keola. "Back! The leaves are near done."

At that Kalamake turned, and if he had run before, now he flew. But fast
as he ran, the leaves burned faster. The flame was ready to expire when,
with a great leap, he bounded on the mat. The wind of his leaping blew
it out; and with that the beach was gone, and the sun and the sea, and
they stood once more in the dimness of the shuttered parlour, and were
once more shaken and blinded; and on the mat betwixt them lay a pile of
shining dollars. Keola ran to the shutters; and there was the steamer
tossing in the swell close in.

The same night Kalamake took his son-in-law apart, and gave him five
dollars in his hand.

"Keola," said he, "if you are a wise man (which I am doubtful of) you
will think you slept this afternoon on the verandah, and dreamed as you
were sleeping. I am a man of few words, and I have for my helpers people
of short memories."

Never a word more said Kalamake, nor referred again to that affair. But
it ran all the while in Keola's head--if he were lazy before he would
now do nothing.

"Why should I work," thought he, "when I have a father-in-law who makes
dollars of sea-shells?"

Presently his share was spent. He spent it all upon fine clothes. And
then he was sorry:

"For," thought he, "I had done better to have bought a concertina, with
which I might have entertained myself all day long." And then he began
to grow vexed with Kalamake.

"This man has the soul of a dog," thought he. "He can gather dollars
when he pleases on the beach, and he leaves me to pine for a concertina!
Let him beware: I am no child, I am as cunning as he, and hold his
secret." With that he spoke to his wife Lehua, and complained of her
father's manners.

"I would let my father be," said Lehua. "He is a dangerous man to
cross."

"I care that for him!" cried Keola; and snapped his fingers. "I have him
by the nose. I can make him do what I please." And he told Lehua the
story.

But she shook her head.

"You may do what you like," said she; "but as sure as you thwart my
father, you will