foul mouth; he loved to drink and to see others drunken; and he pressed the glass upon Keawe. Soon there was no more money in the company.
"Here, you!" says the boatswain, "you are rich, you have been always saying. You have a bottle or some foolishness."
"Yes," says Keawe, "I am rich; I will go back and get some money from my wife, who keeps it."
"That's a bad idea, mate," said the boatswain. "Never you trust a petticoat with dollars. They're all as false as water; you keep an eye on her."
Now, this word struck in Keawe's mind; for he was muddled with what he had been drinking.
"I should not wonder but she was false, indeed," thought he. "Why else should she be so cast down at my release? But I will show her I am not the man to be fooled. I will catch her in the act."
Accordingly, when they were back in town, Keawe bade the boatswain wait for him at the corner, by the old calaboose, and went forward up the avenue alone to the door of his house. The night had come again; there was a light within, but never a sound; and Keawe crept
