"I think that is so," the captain agreed. "In the pool she might ride to the small anchor and the kedge. It depends on the wind. I do not know if we will get much wind or not."
Miguel shrugged and used the Castilian rejoinder, "_Quien sabe?_" which implies that n.o.body knows.
The captain lighted a cigarette. He was obviously irresolute, and Kit sympathised. One could not weigh the risks and the choice was hard.
"When you cannot see your way you trust your luck and drive ahead,"
Macallister remarked in uncouth Castilian. "If you do not get to the spot you want, you get somewhere and the hardest road is often shortest.
Land your anchor and let us start."
"_Bueno!_" said the captain, who got up and went to the windla.s.s.
At high tide, when _Cayman_ floated, they carried out the kedge, and hove the main anchor and put it in the boat. Kit went with the landing party and doubted if they could have got out the anchor had not Miguel been on board. They had no mechanical help; while the boat plunged in the foaming surf the ponderous lump of iron must be lifted by muscular effort and when one struggles against an angry backwash one cannot lift much. Kit was exhausted, his hands bled, and Miguel"s arm was torn, but they got the anchor over and returning to the ketch were fronted by another obstacle.
In broken water the boat would not carry all the chain; they must take it by fifteen-fathom lengths, and the connecting shackles had rusted fast. Kit thought n.o.body but Macallister could have knocked out the pins, but at length the cable was divided and they resumed their labour in the surf.
CHAPTER VI
BETTY DEMANDS HELP
On the evening of Austin"s return to Las Palmas he and Jefferson smoked and talked on the veranda steps. Mrs. Austin and Mrs. Jefferson were occupied with some sewing at a table near the lamp, but Olivia was not about. She had gone to a concert at the Metropole with a young English tourist whom Mrs. Austin approved. For all that, Mrs. Austin did not know how far Olivia approved and she was bothered about Kit. He had been longer than she had expected, and to some extent perhaps she was accountable for him. Mrs. Austin generally meant well and as a rule her plans to help people worked, but Kit was headstrong and had not left much to her.
She wondered what Austin thought about her sending off the _Cayman_.
Harry did not say much and he had been occupied since his return.
Jefferson had, no doubt, talked to Muriel, but Muriel was sometimes reserved. Now Jefferson and Harry were together, Mrs. Austin thought she might, if she were cautious, get a useful hint.
"I would rather like to get up an excursion to the mountains for Mrs.
Gardner"s party. She was Muriel"s friend in England, and we have not done much to amuse her," she said. "However, I expect you could not join us?"
"You mustn"t count on Jake and me," Austin replied. "We have let things go long enough."
"Yet the business kept going. In fact, I imagine it went pretty well."
"That is so," Austin agreed with a smile. "We know where you got your talents, and things do go well when Don Pancho resumes control. All the same, he"s had enough and I am needed."
Mrs. Austin was baffled. She had not learned much from Harry, and she tried Jefferson.
"You have not a useful father-in-law. Did you find a bad tangle when you got back?"
"I have known a worse tangle when I was about," Jefferson replied.
"Anyhow, I"ve a pretty good Spanish clerk and Miss Jordan"s a wonder."
He paused and gave Mrs. Austin a thoughtful glance. "She"s a girl to reckon on, but she was glad to slacken up and let me get to work. Struck me she was quiet. Something"s bothering her, I guess."
Mrs. Austin let it go. If they would not talk about _Cayman_, she would not talk about Betty, but she listened. After all, she had given them a lead.
Jefferson lighted a cigarette and turned to Austin. "You met Don Ramon.
Were his remarks illuminating?"
"Don Ramon is sometimes discreet; I didn"t get much from him. The _Commandancia_ people are his friends and so far I reckon they have not made trouble about the men Musgrave left in Africa. However, he stated that Don Arturo would shortly arrive from Liverpool to see if he could settle the coaling dispute, and I imagine Don Ramon would sooner leave the thing to his chief."
"Do you think Revillon lodged a formal complaint?"
"On the whole, I think not. Revillon"s a cautious fellow and didn"t get on board _Mossamedes_. In fact, he hasn"t very much to go upon, and it"s possible the French foreign office don"t want a dispute about the Moorish Atlantic coast. But I don"t know, and the situation"s interesting. My notion is, it will be handled pretty cautiously when Musgrave comes back. Don Arturo"s not a fool, and when a light touch is indicated you can trust Don Ramon."
Jefferson smiled. "In a sense Musgrave"s not important. His part"s to put across an awkward job the Spanish officers would sooner leave alone, and when the log-rolling begins he drops out. If it pays, the others may use his exploit, but we must try to see he does not get hurt. Anyhow, I hope he has not piled up the boat. We"ll want her soon."
"That is so," Austin agreed. "I"ve been closely engaged and haven"t yet bothered about the ketch. But are you going?"
Mrs. Jefferson said they had promised to meet some people at the Catalina, and Austin went with them for a short distance. The night was dark, but soon after they left the gate they met a girl going towards the house with a quick, resolute step. It was not Olivia, and when she vanished in the gloom Jefferson smiled.
"Miss Jordan, I think!" he said, and his voice was rather dry.
A few minutes afterwards, Mrs. Austin, looking up with some surprise, saw Betty on the steps.
"If Mr. Jefferson is wanted you have missed him," Mrs. Austin said.
"I did not want Mr. Jefferson. I met him and the others in the road and knew you were alone."
"Then you wished to see me?" said Mrs. Austin, in a careless voice, although she would sooner Austin had turned back. She indicated a chair and resumed: "Very well! Tell me what it is about."
Betty sat down. Her clothes were plain but very neat. She looked business-like and resolute. Mrs. Austin thought her calm cost her something, but her mouth was very firm.
"Kit has not come back," she said after a moment or two. "I waited until a fishing schooner returned from the African coast. The _Lucia_ arrived this afternoon, but her crew had not seen the _Cayman_. The next boat is not expected for some time, and I saw I must come to you."
Mrs. Austin noted that Betty had informed herself about the sailing of the fishing fleet. She would sooner have sent the girl off, but since she saw no way of doing so politely, resolved to give her a lead.
"I wonder why you came to me."
"Don"t you _know_?" said Betty, who gave her a searching look. "For one thing, when you persuaded Mr. Jefferson to engage me, you had an object.
You often have an object when people think you kind!"
"Then you imagine I am accountable for your getting the post?"
"Of course!" said Betty, with a touch of impatience. "Kit told me about his giving you his mother"s letter. I rather forced him to tell me; Kit is trustful and he trusted you. Well, I expect you knew that when he left Liverpool he wanted me to marry him. It"s plain you thought I might take him from your sister."
"Perhaps I did so," Mrs. Austin admitted. "Kit"s an attractive fellow, and when I was young I fought for my lover; in fact, I fought pretty hard. Was it strange that I imagined you might take my line? We are all human; but perhaps you were proud and felt that Kit must fight for you?"
Betty agreed that Mrs. Austin"s humanity was obvious. In a way she was a great lady, an acknowledged leader of fashionable people, but she, so to speak, put off her dignity. Betty was a clerk, but the other talked to her as if it were important that both were flesh and blood.
"You don"t altogether understand," Betty rejoined. "At the beginning I did not want to keep Kit away from your sister."
"At the beginning! You imply you would have liked to keep him away afterwards?"
"Something like that," said Betty quietly. "I saw Miss Brown was not the girl for Kit."
Mrs. Austin used some control, for Betty"s frankness was embarra.s.sing.