"He has spoken to you about me?"
"A letter. I saw only his name and yours. I tore it up and threw it overboard. Let us go back. Somehow, everything seems spoiled. I am sorry I spoke."
"I shall see that he does not bother you again," ominously.
They returned to the promenade deck in silence. When Warrington found Craig the man was helplessly intoxicated. He lay sprawled upon his mattress, and the kick administered did not stir him. Warrington looked down at the sodden wretch moodily.
Craig"s intoxication was fortunate for him, otherwise he would have been roughly handled; for there was black murder in the heart of the broken man standing above him. Warrington relaxed his clenched hands.
This evil-breathing thing at his feet was the primal cause of it all, he and a man"s d.a.m.nable weakness. Of what use his new-found fortune?
Better for him had he stayed in the jungle, better have died there, hugging his poor delusion. Oh, abysmal fool that he had been!
X
THE CUT DIRECT
It was after five in the morning when the deckhands tried to get Craig to go down to his room. With the dull obstinacy of a drunken man, he refused to stir; he was perfectly satisfied to stay where he was. The three brown men stood irresolutely and helplessly around the man.
Every one had gone below. The hose was ready to flush the deck. It did not matter; he, Craig, would not budge.
"Leave me alone, you black beggars!"
"But, Sahib," began one of the Lascars, who spoke English.
"Don"t talk to me. I tell you, get out!" striking at their feet with his swollen hands.
Warrington, who had not lain down at all, but who had wandered about the free decks like some lost soul from _The Flying Dutchman_, Warrington, hearing voices, came out of the smoke-room. A glance was sufficient. A devil"s humor took possession of him. He walked over.
"Get up," he said quietly.
Craig blinked up at him from out of puffed eyes. "Go to the devil!
Fine specimen to order me about."
"Will you get up peacefully? These men have work to do."
Craig was blind to his danger. "What"s that to me? Go away, all of you, to the devil, for all I care. I"ll get up when I get d.a.m.n good and ready. Not before."
Warrington picked up the hose.
"Sahib!" cried the Lascar in protest.
"Be still!" ordered Warrington. "Craig, for the last time, will you get up?"
"No!"
Warrington turned the key, and a deluge of cold salt-water struck Craig full in the chest. He tried to sit up, but was knocked flat. Then he rolled over on the deck, choking and sputtering. He crawled on his hands and knees until he reached the chair-rail, which he clutched desperately, drawing himself up. The pitiless stream never swerved.
It smacked against the flat of his back like the impact of a hand.
"For G.o.d"s sake stop it!" cried Craig, half strangled.
"Will you go below?"
"Yes, yes! Turn it away!" sober enough by now.
Warrington switched off the key, his face humorless, though there was a sparkle of grim humor in his sleep-hungry eyes. Craig leaned against the deck-house, shaking and panting.
"I would I could get at your soul as easily." Warrington threw aside the hose, and the Lascars sprang upon it, not knowing what the big blond Sahib might do next.
Craig turned, venom on his tongue. He spoke a phrase. In an instant, cold with fury, Warrington had him by the throat.
"You low base cur!" he said, shaking the man until he resembled a manikin on wires. "Had you been sober last night, I"d have thrown you into the sea. Honorless dog! You wrote to Miss Chetwood. You insulted her, too. If you wish to die, speak to her again."
Craig struggled fiercely to free himself. He wasn"t sure, by the look of the other man"s eyes, that he wasn"t going to be killed then and there. There was something cave-mannish and cruel in the way Warrington worried the man, shaking him from side to side and forcing him along the deck. Suddenly he released his hold, adding a buffet on the side of the head that sent Craig reeling and sobbing into the companionway.
"Here, I say, what"s the row?"
Warrington looked over his shoulder. The call had come from the first officer.
"A case of drunkenness," coolly.
"But I say, we can"t have brawling on deck, sir. You ought to know that. If the man"s conduct was out of order, you should have brought your complaint before the captain or me. We really can"t have any rowing, sir."
Warrington replied gravely: "Expediency was quite necessary."
"What"s this?" The officer espied the soaked bedding. "Who turned the hose here?"
"I did," answered Warrington.
"I shall have to report that to the captain, sir. It"s against the rules aboard this steamship for pa.s.sengers to touch anything of that sort." The officer turned and began violently to abuse the bewildered Lascars.
"I shouldn"t bullyrag them, sir," interposed Warrington. "They protested. I helped myself. After all, perhaps it was none of my affair; but the poor devils didn"t know what to do."
The officer ordered the Lascars to take the mattress and throw it on the boat-deck, where it would dry quickly when the sun rose. Already the world was pale with light, and a slash of crimson lay low on the rim of the east.
"I shouldn"t like to be disagreeable, sir," said the officer. "I dare say the man made himself obnoxious; but I"m obliged to report anything of this order."
"Don"t be alarmed on my account. My name is Warrington, cabin 78.
Good morning."
Warrington entered the companionway; and a moment later he heard the water hiss along the deck. He was not in the least sorry for what he had done; still, he regretted the act. Craig was a beast, and there was no knowing what he might do or say. But the hose had been simply irresistible. He chuckled audibly on the way down to his cabin. There was one thing of which he was a.s.sured; Craig would keep out of his way in the future. The exhilaration of the struggle suddenly left him, and he realized that he was dreadfully tired and heart-achy. Still dressed, he flung himself in his bunk, and immediately fell into a heavy dreamless sleep that endured until luncheon.
Shortly after luncheon something happened down in the engine-room; and the chief engineer said that they would have to travel at half speed to Penang. In other words, they would not make the port to-day, Sunday, but to-morrow. Another day with this mysterious tantalizing woman, thought Warrington. He went in search of her, but before he found her, he was summoned to the captain"s cabin. Warrington presented himself, mildly curious. The captain nodded to a stool.
"Sit down, Mr. Warrington. Will you have a cheroot?"
"Yes, thanks."
A crackle of matches followed.