"I didn"t. It changed itself. I didn"t dare to change back, because of the reefs," she added hastily. "Didn"t the Senor mean to run the convoy aground if they didn"t give up the chase?"
"I hadn"t thought of that," Bedient said. "Mr. Framtree, hadn"t you better explain to Miss Mallory?"
"No, that"s for you."
"Perhaps you will correct me if I am wrong.... The black tramp yonder was making for _The Pleiad_ Inlet, with a cargo of guns and ammunition for the rebellion. The little sailing-trip of Senor Rey was designed to pull the gunboat afar off in the Southwest, the original course, as you say, to permit the tramp to make the Inlet unmolested. Jaffier won"t need the guns, but they"re a moral force----"
"As a war correspondent," Miss Mallory remarked, "I am rather a spectacular failure."
"It"s a boy"s game," said Bedient.
THIRTY-SECOND CHAPTER
IN THE LITTLE ROOM NEXT
They sailed around open water until daybreak, when Bedient brought the _Savonarola_ into a river-mouth on Carreras land, and forcing her in out of the current, dropped anchor. The small boat was launched and pulled ash.o.r.e. Six, a silent and weary six, they were. The _hacienda_ was five miles inland. Bedient sent natives there for saddle-ponies, and made the party comfortable until these were brought. The roads would not permit vehicle of any sort, and though saddling was an ordeal for the Glow-worm and Madame Sorenson, the distance was not great, and from every eminence there were flashes of morning glory upon the endless company of hills.
Falk and Leadley stood upon the great porch as the cavalcade drew up.
They steadied and leaned upon each other in this climacteric moment of their service.... There was breakfast with Carreras coffee, and the party separated for rest. The still torrid day became more vivid, and the native women and children hushed one another under the large open windows.... Miss Mallory was last in the breakfast room. Bedient saw that she wanted to speak with him, and they walked out on the porch together.
"You say it will be six days before the _Henlopen_ leaves for New York?" she asked.
"Yes, and no _Pleiad_ for you, Miss Mallory. There will be changes and disorder down in the city.... I"ll make you comfortable as I can."
"Oh, I"ll like that! It"s so still and restful--and--from here--last night seems ages behind.... It would have been unbearable, but for what you said about the other men"s lives saved. Then the Glow-worm had told me so much! He was unspeakable.... As for Sorenson, I just couldn"t have done that had I thought of sharks first!... I wonder what Rey meant to do--just before ... yes, yes, let"s forget him!... When you are rested, there is something I have to tell you."
"And there is something for me to say--but now?" he questioned.
"I want you to let me take care of you--during the six days----"
The old feminine magnetism thrilled him again. It was so strange and unexpected from Miss Mallory--a breath from the old Dream Ranges. It quickened him to the race of women, even to the great work, as he had not been quickened since the night he looked back at the empty open door.... He did not speak, but held out both hands to her.
"I think you are living and moving at this moment," she went on fervently, "upon some strange force that other people do not have.
Since we left New York, I have watched you--seen you almost every day.
You are like a traveler who has crossed some terrible and forbidden land. You do not eat nor sleep. I must help you. Please let me.... Oh, it isn"t as if I were a girl! I"ve worked with men--done a man"s work among the newspapers. I"d call it bigger than all that has happened for the good fortune of Equatoria--if I could make you look as----"
She checked the tumult of words. There was a misty look in her eyes--and his. He smiled and held himself hard, to say steadily:
"A man doesn"t often win so dear a friend----"
"You have found about me so much of humor and scheming," she said pathetically, "but since I came to understand a little, I"ve wanted to show you other things----"
"I could not have relished your humor, nor used your plans, had I not felt so much besides." He pointed over the shining lands. "Great good can come from all this--perhaps you"ll help me--where the suffering is blackest in New York. With that big tramp steamer in _The Pleiad_, and Celestino in command, it would have been hard to save this. You did it----"
"If I did, it"s not _vital_ to you. It does not bring you rest. How clearly I see that!"
Bedient turned aside from her tearful searching eyes. He was facing the old battle; and yet a certain uplift came from her brave spirit. It was one of the big intimate warmths of the world, one of the fine moments of life in the world. Her giving was true. He could think of no other who could have helped him in this way, save Vina Nettleton. These two had not entered his mind together before. And they were unlike in every way, except in their pure quality of giving.
"Please tell me that other matter now--why you were so good to me, even on the steamer?"
"But I want you to rest."
"I would rest better----"
Miss Mallory looked up at him for a moment, and embarra.s.sment came to her face--different from any look of hers before.
"It was in New York.... I wore a white net waist and a big bunch of English violets," she said, watching him. "It seems very long ago, but it isn"t--hardly ten weeks. There was darkness and _Hedda_ was telling young _Lovborg_ to drink wine and get vine-leaves in his hair----"
"And you were the one?" Bedient said.
""So fleet the works of men, back to their earth again, Ancient and holy things fade like a dream,""
she repeated.
"I remember."
"And do you remember the first scream?... If I were a lost and freezing traveler in Siberia, the first cry of a gathering wolf-pack could not have more terror for me than that scream. And, I can hear the snapping of the chair-backs still, hideous secrets from human lips, and the sc.r.a.ping, panting, packing. I was hurt in the first crazy rush. I crushed the violets to my lips to keep out the smoke and gas.... Then your voice, "Now"s the time for vine-leaves, fellows,--there"s a woman for everyone to help!" I heard you laugh and challenge the men to their best manhood.... And all the time, I thought I was dying.... Then your foot touched me, and I heard you say, "Why, here"s a little one left for me----""
"Your hair had come undone," he said softly.
"And you never looked under the violets----"
"I went back to look for you. I wasn"t gone a minute, but you had vanished."
"They took me away in the car--then I thought of the story and I didn"t see you again, until you brushed by me in the Dryden ticket office in New York--the day before we sailed----"
"And you"ve been my good angel ever since----"
"I want to be--now.... Please get me a gla.s.s of warm milk."
He obeyed. From her bag she produced a powder and, at her word, Bedient held forth his tongue....
"And now I want you to drink the milk--all of it. You put down asterisks in the place of breakfast--quite as usual. I considered my self-control remarkable at the time."
He drank the milk slowly, as she had ordered.... The moments were sensational. Picture after picture pa.s.sed through the light of his mind, as from other lives, and the loves of many women; and then the whole story that he had told Beth Truba rushed by--the mother"s hand and the little boy--the city, the parks, the ships--the hours upon her arm, when she had made him over anew to face the long voyage alone--the questions he had asked--the last port with her, which he had never been able to find--the last ride with Beth--until he was shaken with the rush of visions. Everything that he was, and hoped to be, everything that he had thought of beauty and truth and giving, every aspiration and every inspiration--seemed gifts of women! His very life and all that had come to him--gifts of women. And all their loving, wistful, smiling faces were there--among the Dream Ranges.... Now this one was speaking:
... "I want you to show me where I am to rest and where you are to rest."
Up they went together and softly.... He led her into his own room, but she saw his things and would not.
"This is where you belong," she whispered. "You will rest better here.... Please don"t dispute.... But let me be near, if you will."
He showed her a little room that joined his own. Falk had made it ready.
"Just the place for me.... And after you have lain down, please whistle softly. I shall come in and read to you until you are asleep."