Alan paid no heed to Emily. Very tenderly he loosened Lynde"s hold on his arm and looked into her quivering face.
"You know it is my duty, Lynde," he said gently. "If anything can be done for that poor man, I am the only one who can do it. I will come back safe, please G.o.d. Be brave, dear."
Lynde, with a little moan of resignation, turned away. Old Emily looked on with a face of grim disapproval as Alan waded out into the surf that boiled and swirled around him in a mad whirl of foam. The shower of sleet had again slackened, and the wreck half a mile away, with its solitary figure, was dearly visible. Alan beckoned to the man to jump overboard and swim ash.o.r.e, enforcing his appeal by gestures that commanded haste before the next shower should come. For a few moments it seemed as if the seaman did not understand or lacked the courage or power to obey. The next minute he had dropped from the rigging on the crest of a mighty wave and was being borne onward to the sh.o.r.e.
Speedily the backwater was reached and the man, sucked down by the swirl of the wave, threw up his arms and disappeared. Alan dashed in, groping, swimming; it seemed an eternity before his hand clutched the drowning man and wrenched him from the undertow. And, with the seaman in his arms, he staggered back through the foam and dropped his burden on the sand at Lynde"s feet. Alan was reeling from exhaustion and chilled to the marrow, but he thought only of the man he had rescued. The latter was unconscious and, as Alan bent over him, he heard Lynde give a choking little cry.
"He is living still," said Alan. "We must get him up to the house as soon as possible. How shall we manage it?"
"Lynde and I can go and bring the Captain"s mattress down," said Emily. Now that Alan was safe she was eager to do all she could. "Then you and I can carry him up to the house."
"That will be best," said Alan. "Go quickly."
He did not look at Lynde or he would have been shocked by the agony on her face. She cast one glance at the prostrate man and followed Emily.
In a short time they returned with the mattress, and Alan and Emily carried the sailor on it to Four Winds. Lynde walked behind them, seemingly unconscious of both. She watched the stranger"s face as one fascinated.
At Four Winds they carried the man to a room where Emily and Alan worked over him, while Lynde heated water and hunted out stimulants in a mechanical fashion. When Alan came down she asked no questions but looked at him with the same strained horror on her face which it had borne ever since Alan had dropped his burden at her feet.
"Is he--conscious?" asked Lynde, as if she forced herself to ask the question.
"Yes, he has come back to life. But he is delirious and doesn"t realize his surroundings at all. He thinks he is still on board the vessel. He"ll probably come round all right. Emily is going to watch him and I"ll go up to Rexton and send Dr. Ames down."
"Do you know who that man you have saved is?" asked Lynde.
"No. I asked him his name but could not get any sensible answer."
"I can tell you who he is--he is Frank Harmon."
Alan stared at her. "Frank Harmon. Your--your--the man you married?
Impossible!"
"It is he. Do you think I could be mistaken?"
Dr. Ames came to Four Winds that night and again the next day. He found Harmon delirious in a high fever.
"It will be several days before he comes to his senses," he said.
"Shall I send you help to nurse him?"
"It isn"t necessary," said Emily stiffly. "I can look after him--and the Captain ought to be back tomorrow."
"You"ve no idea who he is, I suppose?" asked the doctor.
"No." Emily was quite sincere. Lynde had not told her, and Emily did not recognize him.
"Well, Mr. Douglas did a brave thing in rescuing him," said Dr. Ames.
"I"ll be back tomorrow."
Harmon remained delirious for a week. Alan went every day to Four Winds, his interest in a man he had rescued explaining his visits to the Rexton people. The Captain had returned and, though not absolutely uncivil, was taciturn and moody. Alan reflected grimly that Captain Anthony probably owed him a grudge for saving Harmon"s life. He never saw Lynde alone, but her strained, tortured face made his heart ache.
Old Emily only seemed her natural self. She waited on Harmon and Dr.
Ames considered her a paragon of a nurse. Alan thought it was well that Emily knew nothing more of Harmon than that he was an old friend of Captain Anthony"s. He felt sure that she would have walked out of the sick room and never reentered it had she guessed that the patient was the man whom, above all others, Lynde dreaded and feared.
One afternoon when Alan went to Four Winds Emily met him at the door.
"He"s better," she announced. "He had a good sleep this afternoon and when he woke he was quite himself. You"d better go up and see him. I told him all I could but he wants to see you. Anthony and Lynde are away to Crosse Harbour. Go up and talk to him."
Harmon turned his head as the minister approached and held out his hand with a smile.
"You"re the preacher, I reckon. They tell me you were the man who pulled me out of that hurly-burly. I wasn"t hardly worth saving but I"m as grateful to you as if I was."
"I only--did--what any man would have done," said Alan, taking the offered hand.
"I don"t know about that. Anyhow, it"s not every man could have done it. I"d been hanging in that rigging all day and most of the night before. There were five more of us but they dropped off. I knew it was no use to try to swim ash.o.r.e alone--the backwater would be too much for me. I must have been a lot of trouble. That old woman says I"ve been raving for a week. And, by the way I feel, I fancy I"ll be stretched out here another week before I"ll be able to use my pins.
Who are these Olivers anyhow? The old woman wouldn"t talk about the family."
"Don"t you know them?" asked Alan in astonishment. "Isn"t your name Harmon?"
"That"s right--Harmon--Alfred Harmon, first mate of the schooner, _Annie M._"
"Alfred! I thought your name was Frank!"
"Frank was my twin brother. We were so much alike our own mammy couldn"t tell us apart. Did you know Frank?"
"No. This family did. Miss Oliver thought you were Frank when she saw you."
"I don"t feel much like myself but I"m not Frank anyway. He"s dead, poor chap--got shot in a spat with Chinese pirates three years ago."
"Dead! Man, are you speaking the truth? Are you certain?"
"Pop sure. His mate told me the whole story. Say, preacher, what"s the matter? You look as if you were going to keel over."
Alan hastily drank a gla.s.s of water.
"I--I am all right now. I haven"t been feeling well of late."
"Guess you didn"t do yourself any good going out into that freezing water and dragging me in."
"I shall thank G.o.d every day of my life that I did do it," said Alan gravely, new light in his eyes, as Emily entered the room. "Miss Oliver, when will the Captain and Lynde be back?"
"They said they would be home by four."
She looked at Alan curiously.
"I will go and meet her," he said quickly.
He came upon Lynde, sitting on a grey boulder under the shadow of an overhanging fir coppice, with her dogs beside her.
She turned her head indifferently as Alan"s footsteps sounded on the pebbles, and then stood slowly up.