Fair Harbor

Chapter 38

That was all, at the time. The next day, however, Elizabeth again mentioned the subject. It was in the afternoon, church and dinner were over, and Sears was strolling along the path below the Fair Harbor garden plots. He could walk with less difficulty and with almost no pain now, but he could not walk far. The Eyrie was, for a wonder, unoccupied, so he limped up to it and sat down upon the bench inside to rest. This was the favorite haunt of the more romantic Fair Harbor inmates, Miss Snowden and Mrs. Chase especially, but they were not there just then, although a book, _Barriers Burned Away_, by E. P. Roe, lay upon the bench, a cardboard marker with the initials "E. S." in cross-st.i.tch, between the leaves. When the captain heard a step approaching the summer-house, he judged that Elvira was returning to reclaim her "Barriers." But it was not Elvira who entered the Eyrie, it was Elizabeth Berry.

She was surprised to see him. "Why, Cap"n Sears!" she exclaimed. "I didn"t expect to find you here. I was afraid--that is, I did rather think I might find Elvira, but not you. I didn"t know you had the Eyrie habit."

He smiled. "I haven"t," he said. "That is, it isn"t chronic yet. I didn"t know you had it, either."

"Oh I haven"t. But I was rather tired, and I wanted to be alone, and so----"

"And so you took a chance. Well, you came at just the right time. I was just about gettin" under way."

He rose, but she detained him. "Don"t go," she begged. "When I said I wanted to be alone I didn"t mean it exactly. I meant I wanted to be away from--some people. You are not one of them."

He was pleased, and showed it. "You"re sure of that?" he asked.

"Of course. You know I am. Do sit down and talk. Talk about anything except--well, except Bayport gossip and Fair Harbor squabbles and bills and--oh, that sort of thing. Talk about something away from Bayport, miles and miles away. I feel just now as if I should like to be--to be on board a ship sailing ... sailing."

She smiled wistfully as she said it. The captain was seized with an intense conviction that he should like to be with her on that same ship, to sail on and on indefinitely. The kind of ship or its destination would not matter in the least, the only essentials were that she and he were to be on board, and ... Humph! His brain must be softening. Who did he think he was: a young man again?--a George Kent? He came out of the clouds.

"Yes," he observed, dryly, "I know. I get that same feelin" every once in a while. I should rather like to walk a deck again, myself."

She understood instantly. That was one of the fascinations of this girl, she always seemed to understand. A flash of pity came into her eyes.

Impulsively she laid a hand on his coat sleeve.

"I beg your pardon," she said. "I"m so sorry. I realize how hard it must be for you, Cap"n Kendrick. A man who has been where you have been and seen what you have seen.... Yes, and done what you have done."

He shrugged. "I haven"t done much," he said.

"Oh, yes, you have. I have heard so many stories about you and your ships and the way you have handled them. There was one story I remember, a story about how your sailors mutinied and how you got them to go to work again. I heard that years ago, when I was a girl at school. I have never forgotten; it sounded so wonderful and romantic and--and far off."

He nodded. "It was far off," he said. "Away over in the South Seas. And it was a good while ago, too, for I was in command of my first vessel, and that"s the time of all times when a man doesn"t want mutiny or any other setback. And I never had any trouble with my crews, before or since, except then. But the water in our b.u.t.ts had gone rancid and we put in at this island to refill. It was a pretty place, lazy and sunshiny, like most of those South Sea corals, and the fo"mast hands got ash.o.r.e amongst the natives, drinkin" palm wine and traders" gin, and they didn"t want to put to sea as soon as the mates and I did."

"But you made them?"

"Well, I--er--sort of coaxed "em into it."

"Tell me about it, please."

"Oh, there isn"t anything to----"

"Please."

So Sears began to spin the yarn. And from that she led him into another and then another. They drifted through the South Seas to the East Indies, and from there to Bombay, and then to Hong Kong, and to Mauritious, from the beaches of which came the marvelous sea sh.e.l.ls that Sarah Macomber had in the box in her parlor closet. They voyaged through the Arabian Sea, with the parched desert sh.o.r.es shimmering in the white hot sun. They turned north, saw the sperm whales and the great squid and the floating bergs.... And at last they drifted back to Bayport and the captain looked at his watch.

"Heavens and earth!" he exclaimed. "It"s almost four o"clock. I believe I"ve talked steady for pretty nearly an hour. I"m ashamed. Are you awake, Elizabeth? I hope, for your sake, you"ve been takin" a nap."

She did not answer at once. Then she breathed deeply. "I don"t know what I have been doing--really doing," she said. "I suppose I have been sitting right here in this old summer-house. But I _feel_ as if I had been around the world. I wanted to sail and sail.... I said so, didn"t I? Well, I have. Thank you, Cap"n Kendrick."

He rose from the bench.

"A man gets garrulous in his old age," he observed. "But I didn"t think I was as old as that--just yet. The talkin" disease must be catchin", and I"ve lived with Judah Cahoon quite a while now."

She laughed. "If I had as much to talk about--worth while talking about--as you have," she declared, "I should never want to stop. Well, I must be getting back to the Fair Harbor--and the squabbles."

"Too bad. Can I help you with "em?"

"No, I"m afraid not. They"re not big enough for you."

They turned to the door. She spoke again.

"You are going to drive to Orham to-morrow afternoon?" she asked.

"Eh? Oh, yes. The Foam Flake and I will make the voyage--if we have luck."

"And you are going--alone?"

"Yes. Judah thinks I shouldn"t. Probably he thinks the Foam Flake may fall dead, or get to walkin" in his sleep and step off the bank or somethin". But I"m goin" to risk it. I guess likely I can keep him in the channel."

She waited a moment. Then she smiled and shook her head.

"Cap"n," she said, "you make it awfully hard for me. And this is the second time. Really, I feel so--so brazen."

"Brazen?"

"Yes. Why don"t you invite me to ride to Orham with you? Why must I _always_ have to invite myself?"

He turned to look at her. She colored a little, but she returned his look.

"You--you mean it?" he demanded.

"Of course I mean it. I must get there somehow, because I promised Mr.

Bradley. And unless you don"t want me, in which case I shall have to hire from the livery stable, I----"

But he interrupted her. "Want you!" he repeated. "_Want_ you!"

His tone was sufficiently emphatic, perhaps more emphatic than he would have made it if he had not been taken by surprise. She must have found it satisfactory, for she did not ask further a.s.surances.

"Thank you," she said. "And when are you planning to start?"

"Why--why, right after dinner to-morrow. If that"s all right for you.

But I"m sorry you had to invite yourself. I--I thought--well, I thought maybe George had--had planned----"

To his further surprise she seemed a trifle annoyed.

"George works at the store," she said. "Besides, I--well, really, Cap"n Kendrick, there is no compelling reason why George Kent should take me everywhere I want to go."

Now Sears had imagined there was--and rumor and surmise in Bayport had long supported his imagining--but he did not tell her that. What he did say was inane enough.

"Oh--er--yes, of course," he stammered.

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