"See here, Bananas," he said to him, fixing his spectacles on his slippery nose, for it was very hot. "I ain"t going to fire you for this, but you know now that when I hit, I hit hard. Don"t forget it and don"t let me have any more funny business."
Then he held out his hand and gave the mate that good-humoured, flashing smile of his which was his greatest charm. The mate took the outstretched hand and twitched his swollen lips into a devilish grin. The incident in the captain"s mind was so completely finished that when the three of them sat at dinner he chaffed Bananas on his appearance. He was eating with difficulty and, his swollen face still more distorted by pain, he looked truly a repulsive object.
That evening, when he was sitting on the upper deck, smoking his pipe, a shiver pa.s.sed through the captain.
"I don"t know what I should be shiverin" for on a night like this," he grumbled. "Maybe I"ve gotten a dose of fever. I"ve been feelin" a bit queer all day."
When he went to bed he took some quinine, and next morning he felt better, but a little washed out, as though he were recovering from a debauch. "I guess my liver"s out of order," he said, and he took a pill.
He had not much appet.i.te that day and towards evening he began to feel very unwell. He tried the next remedy he knew, which was to drink two or three hot whiskies, but that did not seem to help him much, and when in the morning he surveyed himself in the gla.s.s he thought he was not looking quite the thing.
"If I ain"t right by the time we get back to Honolulu I"ll just give Dr Denby a call. He"ll sure fix me up."
He could not eat. He felt a great la.s.situde in all his limbs. He slept soundly enough, but he awoke with no sense of refreshment; on the contrary he felt a peculiar exhaustion. And the energetic little man, who could not bear the thought of lying in bed, had to make an effort to force himself out of his bunk. After a few days he found it impossible to resist the languor that oppressed him, and he made up his mind not to get up.
"Bananas can look after the ship," he said. "He has before now"
He laughed a little to himself as he thought how often he had lain speechless in his bunk after a night with the boys. That was before he had his girl. He smiled at her and pressed her hand. She was puzzled and anxious. He saw that she was concerned about him and tried to rea.s.sure her. He had never had a day"s illness in his life and in a week at the outside he would be as right as rain.
"I wish you"d fired Bananas," she said. "I"ve got a feeling that he"s at the bottom of this."
"d.a.m.ned good thing I didn"t, or there"d be no one to sail the ship. I know a good sailor when I see one." His blue eyes, rather pale now, with the whites all yellow, twinkled. "You don"t think he"s trying to poison me, little girl?"
She did not answer, but she had one or two talks with the Chinese cook, and she took great care with the captain"s food. But he ate little enough now, and it was only with the greatest difficulty that she persuaded him to drink a cup of soup two or three times a day. It was clear that he was very ill, he was losing weight quickly, and his chubby face was pale and drawn. He suffered no pain, but merely grew every day weaker and more languid. He was wasting away. The round trip on this occasion lasted about four weeks and by the time they came to Honolulu the captain was a little anxious about himself He had not been out of his bed for more than a fortnight and really he felt too weak to get up and go to the doctor. He sent a message asking him to come on board. The doctor examined him, but could find nothing to account for his condition. His temperature was normal.
"See here, Captain," he said, "I"ll be perfectly frank with you. I don"t know what"s the matter with you, and just seeing you like this don"t give me a chance. You come into the hospital so that we can keep you under observation. There"s nothing organically wrong with you, I know that, and my impression is that a few weeks in hospital ought to put you to rights."
"I ain"t going to leave my ship."
Chinese owners were queer customers, he said; if he left his ship because he was sick, his owner might fire him, and he couldn"t afford to lose his job. So long as he stayed where he was his contract safeguarded him, and he had a first-rate mate. Besides, he couldn"t leave his girl. No man could want a better nurse; if anyone could pull him through she would. Every man had to die once and he only wished to be left in peace. He would not listen to the doctor"s expostulations, and finally the doctor gave in.
"I"ll write you a prescription," he said doubtfully, "and see if it does you any good. You"d better stay in bed for a while."
"There ain"t much fear of my getting up, doc," answered the captain. "I feel as weak as a cat."
But he believed in the doctor"s prescription as little as did the doctor himself, and when he was alone amused himself by lighting his cigar with it. He had to get amus.e.m.e.nt out of something, for his cigar tasted like nothing on earth, and he smoked only to persuade himself that he was not too ill to. That evening a couple of friends of his, masters of tramp steamers, hearing he was sick came to see him. They discussed his case over a bottle of whisky and a box of Philippine cigars. One of them remembered how a mate of his had been taken queer just like that and not a doctor in the United States had been able to cure him. He had seen in the paper an advertis.e.m.e.nt of a patent medicine, and thought there"d be no harm in trying it. That man was as strong as ever he"d been in his life after two bottles. But his illness had given Captain Butler a lucidity which was new and strange, and while they talked he seemed to read their minds. They thought he was dying. And when they left him he was afraid. The girl saw his weakness. This was her opportunity. She had been urging him to let a native doctor see him, and he had stoutly refused; but now she entreated him. He listened with hara.s.sed eyes. He wavered. It was very funny that the American doctor could not tell what was the matter with him. But he did not want her to think that he was scared. If he let a d.a.m.ned n.i.g.g.e.r come along and look at him, it was to comfort her. He told her to do what she liked.
The native doctor came the next night. The captain was lying alone, half awake, and the cabin was dimly lit by an oil lamp. The door was softly opened and the girl came in on tip-toe. She held the door open and someone slipped in silently behind her. The captain smiled at this mystery, but he was so weak now, the smile was no more than a glimmer in his eyes. The doctor was a little, old man, very thin and very wrinkled, with a completely bald head, and the face of a monkey. He was bowed and gnarled like an old tree. He looked hardly human, but his eyes were very bright, and in the half darkness they seemed to glow with a reddish light. He was dressed filthily in a pair of ragged dungarees, and the upper part of his body was naked. He sat down on his haunches and for ten minutes looked at the captain. Then he felt the palms of his hands and the soles of his feet. The girl watched him with frightened eyes. No word was spoken. Then he asked for something that the captain had worn. The girl gave him the old felt hat which the captain used constantly and taking it he sat down again on the floor, clasping it firmly with both hands; and rocking backwards and forwards slowly he muttered some gibberish in a very low tone.
At last he gave a little sigh and dropped the hat. He took an old pipe out of his trouser pocket and lit it. The girl went over to him and sat by his side. He whispered something to her, and she started violently. For a few minutes they talked in hurried undertones, and then they stood up. She gave him money and opened the door for him. He slid out as silently as he had come in. Then she went over to the captain and leaned over him so that she could speak into his ear.
"It"s an enemy praying you to death."
"Don"t talk fool stuff, girlie," he said impatiently.
"It"s truth. It"s G.o.d"s truth. That"s why the American doctor couldn"t do anything. Our people can do that. I"ve seen it done. I thought you were safe because you were a white man."
"I haven"t an enemy."
"Bananas."
"What"s he want to pray me to death for?"
"You ought to have fired him before he had a chance."
"I guess if I ain"t got nothing more the matter with me than Bananas" hoodoo I shall be sitting up and taking nourishment in a very few days."
She was silent for a while and she looked at him intently.
"Don"t you know you"re dying?" she said to him at last.
That was what the two skippers had thought, but they hadn"t said it. A shiver pa.s.sed across the captain"s wan face.
"The doctor says there ain"t nothing really the matter with me. I"ve only to lie quiet for a bit and I shall be all right."
She put her lips to his ear as if she were afraid that the air itself might hear. "You"re dying, dying, dying. You"ll pa.s.s out with the old moon."
"That"s something to know"
"You"ll pa.s.s out with the old moon unless Bananas dies before."
He was not a timid man and he had recovered already from the shock her words, and still more her vehement, silent manner, had given him. Once more a smile flickered in his eyes.
"I guess I"ll take my chance, girlie."
"There"s twelve days before the new moon."
There was something in her tone that gave him an idea.
"See here, my girl, this is all bunk. I don"t believe a word of it. But I don"t want you to try any of your monkey tricks with Bananas. He ain"t a beauty, but he"s a first-rate mate."
He would have said a good deal more, but he was tired out. He suddenly felt very weak and faint. It was always at that hour that he felt worse. He closed his eyes. The girl watched him for a minute and then slipped out of the cabin. The moon, nearly full, made a silver pathway over the dark sea. It shone from an unclouded sky. She looked at it with terror, for she knew that with its death the man she loved would die. His life was in her hands. She could save him, she alone could save him, but the enemy was cunning, and she must be cunning too. She felt that someone was looking at her, and without turning, by the sudden fear that seized her, knew that from the shadow the burning eyes of the mate were fixed upon her. She did not know what he could do; if he could read her thoughts she was defeated already, and with a desperate effort she emptied her mind of all content. His death alone could save her lover, and she could bring his death about She knew that if he could be brought to look into a calabash in which was water so that a reflection of him was made, and the reflection were broken by hurtling the water, he would die as though he had been struck by lightning; for the reflection was his soul. But none knew better than he the danger, and he could be made to look only by a guile which had lulled his least suspicion. He must never think that he had an enemy who was on the watch to cause his destruction. She knew what she had to do. But the time was short, the time was terribly short. Presently she realized that the mate had gone. She breathed more freely.
Two days later they sailed, and there were ten now before the new moon. Captain Butler was terrible to see. He was nothing but skin and bone, and he could not move without help. He could hardly speak. But she dared do nothing yet She knew that she must be patient The mate was cunning, cunning. They went to one of the smaller islands of the group and discharged cargo, and now there were only seven days more. The moment had come to start. She brought some things out of the cabin she shared with the captain and made them into a bundle. She put the bundle in the deck cabin where she and Bananas ate their meals, and at dinner time, when she went in, he turned quickly and she saw that he had been looking at it. Neither of them spoke, but she knew what he suspected. She was making her preparations to leave the ship. He looked at her mockingly. Gradually, as though to prevent the captain from knowing what she was about, she brought everything she owned into the cabin, and some of the captain"s clothes, and made them all into bundles. At last Bananas could keep silence no longer. He pointed to a suit of ducks.
"What are you going to do with that?" he asked.
She shrugged her shoulders.
"I"m going back to my island."
He gave a laugh that distorted his grim face. The captain was dying and she meant to get away with all she could lay hands on.
"What"ll you do if I say you can"t take those things? They"re the captain"s."
"They"re no use to you," she said.
There was a calabash hanging on the wall. It was the very calabash I had seen when I came into the cabin and which we had talked about. She took it down. It was all dusty, so she poured water into it from the water-bottle, and rinsed it with her fingers.
"What are you doing with that?"
"I can sell it for fifty dollars," she said.
"If you want to take it you"ll have to pay me."
"What d"you want?"
"You know what I want."
She allowed a fleeting smile to play on her lips. She flashed a quick look at him and quickly turned away. He gave a gasp of desire. She raised her shoulders in a little shrug. With a savage bound he sprang upon her and seized her in his arms. Then she laughed. She put her arms, her soft, round arms, about his neck, and surrendered herself to him voluptuously.
When the morning came she roused him out of a deep sleep. The early rays of the sun slanted into the cabin. He pressed her to his heart. Then he told her that the captain could not last more than a day or two, and the owner wouldn"t so easily find another white man to command the ship. If Bananas offered to take less money he would get the job and the girl could stay with him. He looked at her with love-sick eyes. She nestled up against him. She kissed his lips, in the foreign way, in the way the captain had taught her to kiss. And she promised to stay. Bananas was drunk with happiness.
It was now or never.
She got up and went to the table to arrange her hair. There was no mirror and she looked into the calabash, seeking for her reflection. She tidied her beautiful hair. Then she beckoned to Bananas to come to her. She pointed to the calabash.
"There"s something in the bottom of it," she said.
Instinctively, without suspecting anything, Bananas looked full into the water. His face was reflected in it. In a flash she beat upon it violently, with both her hands, so that they pounded on the bottom and the water splashed up. The reflection was broken in pieces. Bananas started back with a sudden hoa.r.s.e cry and he looked at the girl. She was standing there with a look of triumphant hatred on her face. A horror came into his eyes. His heavy features were twisted in agony, and with a thud, as though he had taken a violent poison, he crumpled up on the ground. A great shudder pa.s.sed through his body and he was still. She leaned over him callously. She put her hand on his heart and then she pulled down his lower eye-lid. He was quite dead.
She went into the cabin in which lay Captain Butler. There was a faint colour in his cheeks and he looked at her in a startled way.
"What"s happened?" he whispered.
They were the first words he had spoken for forty-eight hours.
Nothing"s happened," she said.
"I feel all funny."
Then his eyes closed and he fell asleep. He slept for a day and a night, and when he awoke he asked for food. In a fortnight he was well.
It was past midnight when Winter and I rowed back to sh.o.r.e and we had drunk innumerable whiskies and sodas.
"What do you think of it all?" asked Winter.
"What a question! II you mean, have I any explanation to suggest, I haven"t."
"The captain believes every word of it."
"That"s obvious; but, you know, that"s not the part that interests me most: whether it"s true or not, and what it all means; the part that interests me is that such things should happen to such people. I wonder what there is in that common-place little man to arouse such a pa.s.sion in that lovely creature. As I watched her, asleep there, while he was telling the story I had some fantastic idea about the power of love being able to work miracles."
"But that"s not the girl," said Winter.
"What on earth do you mean?"
"Didn"t you notice the cook?"
"Of course I did. He"s the ugliest man I ever saw"
"That"s why Butler took him. The girl ran away with the Chinese cook last year. This is a new one. He"s only had her there about two months."
"Well, I"m hanged."
"He thinks this cook is safe. But I wouldn"t be too sure in his place. There"s something about a c.h.i.n.k, when he lays himself out to please a woman she can"t resist him."
The Ant and the Gra.s.shopper When I was a very small boy I was made to learn by heart certain of the fables of La Fontaine, and the moral of each was carefully explained to me. Among those I learnt was The Ant and The Gra.s.shopper which is devised to bring home to the young the useful lesson that in an imperfect world industry is rewarded and giddiness punished. In this admirable fable (I apologize for telling something which everyone is politely, but inexactly, supposed to know) the ant spends a laborious summer gathering its winter store, while the gra.s.shopper sits on a blade of gra.s.s singing to the sun. Winter comes and the ant is comfortably provided for, but the gra.s.shopper has an empty larder: he goes to the ant and begs for a little food. Then the ant gives him her cla.s.sic answer: "What were you doing in the summer time?"
"Saving your presence, I sang, I sang all day, all night."
"You sang. Why, then go and dance."
I do not ascribe it to perversity on my part, but rather to the inconsequence of childhood, which is deficient in moral sense, that I could never quite reconcile myself to the lesson. My sympathies were with the gra.s.shopper and for some time I never saw an ant without putting my foot on it. In this summary (and as I have discovered since, entirely human) fashion I sought to express my disapproval of prudence and common sense.
I could not help thinking of this fable when the other day I saw George Ramsay lunching by himself in a restaurant. I never saw anyone wear an expression of such deep gloom. He was staring into s.p.a.ce. He looked as though the burden of the whole world sat on his shoulders. I was sorry for him: I suspected at once that his unfortunate brother had been causing trouble again. I went up to him and held out my hand.
"How are you?" I asked.
"I"m not in hilarious spirits," he answered.
"Is it Tom again?"
He sighed.
"Yes, it"s Tom again."
Why don"t you chuck him? You"ve done everything in the world for him. You must know by now that he"s quite hopeless."
I suppose every family has a black sheep. Tom had been a sore trial to his for twenty years. He had begun life decently enough: he went into business, married, and had two children. The Ramsays were perfectly respectable people and there was every reason to suppose that Tom Ramsay would have a useful and honourable career. But one day, without warning, he announced that he didn"t like work and that he wasn"t suited for marriage. He wanted to enjoy himself He would listen to no expostulations. He left his wife and his office. He had a little money and he spent two happy years in the various capitals of Europe. Rumours of his doings reached his relations from time to time and they were profoundly shocked. He certainly had a very good time. They shook their heads and asked what would happen when his money was spent. They soon found out: he borrowed. He was charming and unscrupulous. I have never met anyone to whom it was more difficult to refuse a loan. He made a steady income from his friends and he made friends easily. But he always said that the money you spent on necessities was boring; the money that was amusing to spend was the money you spent on luxuries. For this he depended on his brother George. He did not waste his charm on him. George was a serious man and insensible to such enticements. George was respectable. Once or twice he fell to Tom"s promises of amendment and gave him considerable sums in order that he might make a fresh start On these Tom bought a motor-car and some very nice jewellery. But when circ.u.mstances forced George to realize that his brother would never settle down and he washed his hands of him, Tom, without a qualm, began to blackmail him. It was not very nice for a respectable lawyer to find his brother shaking c.o.c.ktails behind the bar of his favourite restaurant or to see him waiting on the box-seat of a taxi outside his club. Tom said that to serve in a bar or to drive a taxi was a perfectly decent occupation, but if George could oblige him with a couple of hundred pounds he didn"t mind for the honour of the family giving it up. George paid.
Once Tom nearly went to prison. George was terribly upset. He went into the whole discreditable affair. Really Tom had gone too far. He had been wild, thoughtless, and selfish, but he had never before done anything dishonest, by which George meant illegal; and if he were prosecuted he would a.s.suredly be convicted. But you cannot allow your only brother to go to gaol. The man Tom had cheated, a man called Cronshaw, was vindictive. He was determined to take the matter into court; he said Tom was a scoundrel and should be punished. It cost George an infinite deal of trouble and five hundred pounds to settle the affair. I have never seen him in such a rage as when he heard that Tom and Cronshaw had gone off together to Monte Carlo the moment they cashed the cheque. They spent a happy month there.
For twenty years Tom raced and gambled, philandered with the prettiest girls, danced, ate in the most expensive restaurants, and dressed beautifully. He always looked as if he had just stepped out of a bandbox. Though he was forty-six you would never have taken him for more than thirty-five. He was a most amusing companion and though you knew he was perfectly worthless you could not but enjoy his society. He had high spirits, an unfailing gaiety, and incredible charm. I never grudged the contributions he regularly levied on me for the necessities of his existence. I never lent him fifty pounds without feeling that I was in his debt. Tom Ramsay knew everyone and everyone knew Tom Ramsay. You could not approve of him, but you could not help liking him.
Poor George, only a year older than his scapegrace brother, looked sixty. He had never taken more than a fortnight"s holiday in the year for a quarter of a century. He was in his office every morning at nine-thirty and never left it till six. He was honest, industrious, and worthy. He had a good wife, to whom he had never been unfaithful even in thought, and four daughters to whom he was the best of fathers. He made a point of saving a third of his income and his plan was to retire at fifty-five to a little house in the country where he proposed to cultivate his garden and play golf His life was blameless. He was glad that he was growing old because Tom was growing old too. He rubbed his hands and said: "It was all very well when Tom was young and good-looking, but he"s only a year younger than I am. In four years he"ll be fifty. He won"t find life so easy then. I shall have thirty thousand pounds by the time I"m fifty. For twenty-five years I"ve said that Tom would end in the gutter. And we shall see how he likes that. We shall see if it really pays best to work or be idle."
Poor George! I sympathized with him. I wondered now as I sat down beside him what infamous thing Tom had done. George was evidently very much upset.
"Do you know what"s happened now?" he asked me.
I was prepared for the worst. I wondered if Tom had got into the hands of the police at last. George could hardly bring himself to speak.
"You"re not going to deny that all my life I"ve been hardworking, decent, respectable, and straightforward. After a life of industry and thrift I can look forward to retiring on a small income in gilt-edged securities. I"ve always done my duty in that state of life in which it has pleased Providence to place me."
"True."
"And you can"t deny that Tom has been an idle, worthless, dissolute, and dishonourable rogue. If there were any justice he"d be in the workhouse."