第27章 THE BOTTLE IMP.(2)

"All you have to do is to use the power of the imp in moderation,and then sell it to someone else,as I do to you,and finish your life in comfort.""Well,I observe two things,"said Keawe."All the time you keep sighing like a maid in love,that is one;and,for the other,you sell this bottle very cheap.""I have told you already why I sigh,"said the man."It is because I fear my health is breaking up;and,as you said yourself,to die and go to the devil is a pity for anyone.As for why I sell so cheap,I must explain to you there is a peculiarity about the bottle.Long ago,when the devil brought it first upon earth,it was extremely expensive,and was sold first of all to Prester John for many millions of dollars;but it cannot be sold at all,unless sold at a loss.If you sell it for as much as you paid for it,back it comes to you again like a homing pigeon.It follows that the price has kept falling in these centuries,and the bottle is now remarkably cheap.I bought it myself from one of my great neighbours on this hill,and the price I paid was only ninety dollars.I could sell it for as high as eighty-nine dollars and ninety-nine cents,but not a penny dearer,or back the thing must come to me.Now,about this there are two bothers.First,when you offer a bottle so singular for eighty odd dollars,people suppose you to be jesting.And second -but there is no hurry about that -and I need not go into it.Only remember it must be coined money that you sell it for.""How am I to know that this is all true?"asked Keawe.

"Some of it you can try at once,"replied the man."Give me your fifty dollars,take the bottle,and wish your fifty dollars back into your pocket.If that does not happen,I pledge you my honour I will cry off the bargain and restore your money.""You are not deceiving me?"said Keawe.

The man bound himself with a great oath.

"Well,I will risk that much,"said Keawe,"for that can do no harm."And he paid over his money to the man,and the man handed him the bottle.

"Imp of the bottle,"said Keawe,"I want my fifty dollars back."And sure enough he had scarce said the word before his pocket was as heavy as ever.

"To be sure this is a wonderful bottle,"said Keawe.

"And now good-morning to you,my fine fellow,and the devil go with you for me!"said the man.

"Hold on,"said Keawe,"I don't want any more of this fun.Here,take your bottle back.""You have bought it for less than I paid for it,"replied the man,rubbing his hands."It is yours now;and,for my part,I am only concerned to see the back of you."And with that he rang for his Chinese servant,and had Keawe shown out of the house.

Now,when Keawe was in the street,with the bottle under his arm,he began to think."If all is true about this bottle,I may have made a losing bargain,"thinks he."But perhaps the man was only fooling me."The first thing he did was to count his money;the sum was exact -forty-nine dollars American money,and one Chili piece."That looks like the truth,"said Keawe."Now I will try another part."The streets in that part of the city were as clean as a ship's decks,and though it was noon,there were no passengers.Keawe set the bottle in the gutter and walked away.Twice he looked back,and there was the milky,round-bellied bottle where he left it.Athird time he looked back,and turned a corner;but he had scarce done so,when something knocked upon his elbow,and behold!it was the long neck sticking up;and as for the round belly,it was jammed into the pocket of his pilot-coat.

"And that looks like the truth,"said Keawe.

The next thing he did was to buy a cork-screw in a shop,and go apart into a secret place in the fields.And there he tried to draw the cork,but as often as he put the screw in,out it came again,and the cork as whole as ever.

"This is some new sort of cork,"said Keawe,and all at once he began to shake and sweat,for he was afraid of that bottle.

On his way back to the port-side,he saw a shop where a man sold shells and clubs from the wild islands,old heathen deities,old coined money,pictures from China and Japan,and all manner of things that sailors bring in their sea-chests.And here he had an idea.So he went in and offered the bottle for a hundred dollars.

The man of the shop laughed at him at the first,and offered him five;but,indeed,it was a curious bottle -such glass was never blown in any human glassworks,so prettily the colours shone under the milky white,and so strangely the shadow hovered in the midst;so,after he had disputed awhile after the manner of his kind,the shop-man gave Keawe sixty silver dollars for the thing,and set it on a shelf in the midst of his window.

"Now,"said Keawe,"I have sold that for sixty which I bought for fifty -or,to say truth,a little less,because one of my dollars was from Chili.Now I shall know the truth upon another point."So he went back on board his ship,and,when he opened his chest,there was the bottle,and had come more quickly than himself.Now Keawe had a mate on board whose name was Lopaka.

"What ails you?"said Lopaka,"that you stare in your chest?"They were alone in the ship's forecastle,and Keawe bound him to secrecy,and told all.