Maori and Settler: A Story of The New Zealand WarHenty, G. A. (George Alfred)
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Maori and Settler: A Story of The New Zealand War
Henty, G. A. (George Alfred)
Māori (New Zealand people) -- Juvenile fiction; New Zealand -- History -- Juvenile fiction
"It was grand!" Marion broke in; "and you ought not to talk as if it was
nothing, Mr. Atherton. Wilfrid said that he thought it was all over with
him till he saw a big man flying down the road."
"A perfect colossus of Rhodes!" Mr. Atherton laughed.
"It is not a thing to joke about," Marion went on earnestly. "It may
seem very little to you, Mr. Atherton, but it is everything to us."
"Don't you know that one always jokes when one is serious, Miss Renshaw?
You know that in church any little thing that you would scarcely notice
at any other time makes you inclined to laugh. Some day in the far
distance, when you become a woman, you will know the truth of the
saying, that smiles and tears are very close to each other."
"I am getting to be a woman now," Marion said with some dignity; for Mr.
Atherton always persisted in treating her as if she were a child, which,
as she was nearly seventeen, was a standing grievance to her.
"Age does not make a woman, Miss Renshaw. I saw you skipping three days
ago with little Kate Mitford and your brother and young Allen, and you
enjoyed it as much as any of them."
"We were trying which could keep up the longest," Marion said; "Wilfrid
and I against the other two. You were looking on, and I believe you
would have liked to have skipped too."
"I think I should," Mr. Atherton agreed. "You young people do not skip
half as well as we used to when I was a boy; and I should have given you
a lesson if I had not been afraid of shaking the ship's timbers to
pieces."
"How absurd you are, Mr. Atherton!" Marion said pettishly. "Of course
you are not thin, but you always talk of yourself as if you were
something monstrous."
Mr. Atherton laughed. His diversion had had the desired effect, and had
led them away from the subject of the fight on shore.
"There is a galley putting off from shore with a lot of officials on
board," the captain said, coming up at this moment. "They are rowing to
the next ship, and I suppose they will visit us next."
A quarter of an hour later the galley came alongside, and three
officials mounted the gangway. The captain went forward to meet them.
"Is there anything I can do for you, gentlemen?"
"There has been a crime committed on shore," the leader of the party
said, "and it is suspected that some of those concerned in the matter
are on board one of the ships in the harbour. I have authority to make a
strict search on board each."
"You are perfectly welcome to do so, sir," the captain said. "One of
our officers will show you over the ship."
"I must trouble you to show me your list of passengers and crew, and to
muster the men on deck. But first I must ask you, Did any of your boats
return on board late?"
"No," the captain replied. "Our last boat was hauled up to the davits at
half-past nine. There was a heavy day's work before the men to-day, and
I therefore refused leave on shore."
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