"Come out!" the sheriff commanded, and was answered by silence.

He conferred with the police, and Koolau saw that they were
preparing to rush him.

"Koolau," the sheriff called. "Koolau, I am coming across to get
you."

"Then look first and well about you at the sun and sea and sky, for
it will be the last time you behold them."

"That's all right, Koolau," the sheriff said soothingly. "I know
you're a dead shot. But you won't shoot me. I have never done you
any wrong."

Koolau grunted in the thicket.

"I say, you know, I've never done you any wrong, have I?" the
sheriff persisted.

"You do me wrong when you try to put me in prison," was the reply.
"And you do me wrong when you try for the thousand dollars on my
head. If you will live, stay where you are."

"I've got to come across and get you. I'm sorry. But it is my
duty."

"You will die before you get across."