XII
THE GAME OF GOSSIP
During the concluding days of the voyage Elsa had her meals served on deck. She kept Martha with her continually, promenaded only early in the morning and at night while the other pa.s.sengers were at dinner.
This left a clear deck. She walked quickly, her arm in Martha"s, literally propelling her along, never spoke unless spoken to, and then answered in monosyllables. Her thoughts flew to a thousand and one things: home, her father, episodes from school-life; toward anything and everywhere like a land-bird lost at sea, futilely and vainly in the endeavor to shut out the portrait of the broken man. In the midst of some imaginary journey to the Sabine Hills she would find herself asking: What was he doing, of what was he thinking, where would he go and what would he do? She hated night which, no longer offering sleep, provided nothing in lieu of it, and compelled her to remain in the stuffy cabin. She was afraid.
Early Wednesday morning she pa.s.sed Craig and Mallow; but the two had wit enough to step aside for her and to speak only with their eyes.
She filled Craig with unadulterated fear. Never had he met a woman such as this one. He warned Mallow at the beginning, without explaining in detail, that she was fearless and dangerous. And, of course, Mallow laughed and dragged along the gambler whenever he found a chance to see Elsa at close range.
"There"s a woman. Gad! that beach-comber has taste."
"I tell you to look out for her," Craig warned again. "I know what I"m talking about."
"What"s she done; slapped your face?"
"That kind of woman doesn"t slap. d.a.m.n it, Mallow, she rammed a hat-pin into me, if you will know! Keep out of her way."
Mallow whistled. "Oho! You probably acted like a fool. Drinking?"
Craig nodded affirmatively.
"Thought so. Even a Yokohama bar-maid will fight shy of a boozer. I"m going to meet her when we get to Singapore, or my name"s not Mallow."
Craig laughed with malice. "I hope she sticks the pin into your throat. It will take some of the brag out of you. Think because you"ve got picturesque gray hair and are as strong as a bull, that all the women are just pining for you. Say, let"s go aft and hunt up the chap. I understand he"s taken up quarters in the second-cabin."
"Doesn"t want to run into me. All right; come on. We"ll stir him up a little and have some fun."
They found Warrington up in the stern, sitting on the deck, surrounded by squatting Lascars, some Chinamen and a solitary white man, the chief engineer"s a.s.sistant. The center of interest was Rajah, who was performing his tricks. Among these was one that the bird rarely could be made to perform, the threading of beads. He despised this act as it entailed the putting of a blunt needle in his beak. He flung it aside each time Warrington handed it to him. But ever his master patiently returned it. At length, recognizing that the affair might be prolonged indefinitely, Rajah put two beads on the thread and tossed it aside.
The Lascars jabbered, the Chinamen grinned, and the chief engineer"s a.s.sistant swore approvingly.
"How much"ll you take for him?"
"He"s not for sale," answered Warrington.
The parrot shrilled and waddled back to his cage.
"Fine business for a whole man!"
Warrington looked up to meet the cynical eyes of Mallow. He took out his cutty and fired it. Otherwise he did not move nor let his gaze swerve. Mallow, towering above him, could scarcely resist the temptation to stir his enemy with the toe of his boot. His hatred for Warrington was not wholly due to his brutal treatment of him. Mallow always took pleasure in dominating those under him by fear. Warrington had done his work well. He had always recognized Mallow as his employer, but in no other capacity: he had never offered to smoke a pipe with him, or to take a hand at cards, or split a bottle. It had not been done offensively; but in this att.i.tude Mallow had recognized his manager"s disapproval of him, an inner consciousness of superiority in birth and education. He had with supreme satisfaction ordered him off the plantation that memorable night. Weak as the man had been in body, there had been no indication of weakness in spirit.
Occultly Warrington read the desire in the other"s eyes. "I shouldn"t do it, Mallow," he said. "I shouldn"t. Nothing would please me better than to have a good excuse to chuck you over the rail. Upon a time you had the best of me. I was a sick man then. I"m in tolerable good health at present."
"You crow, I could break you like a pipe-stem."
Mallow rammed his hands into his coat pockets, scowling contemptuously.
He weighed fully twenty pounds more than Warrington.
Crow! Warrington shrugged. In the East crow is a rough synonym for thief. "You"re at liberty to return to your diggings forward with that impression," he replied coolly. "When we get to Singapore," rising slowly to his height until his eyes were level with Mallow"s, "when we get to Singapore, I"m going to ask you for that fifty pounds, earned in honest labor."
"And if I decline to pay?" truculently.
"We"ll talk that over when we reach port. Now," roughly, "get out.
There won"t be any baiting done to-day, thank you."
The chief engineer"s a.s.sistant, a stocky, muscular young Scot, stepped forward. He knew Mallow. "If there is, Mr. Warrington, I"m willing to have a try at losing my job."
"c.o.c.kalorem!" jeered Mallow. Craig touched his sleeve, but he threw off the hand roughly. He was one of the best rough and tumble fighters in the Straits Settlements. "You thieving beach-comber, I don"t want to mess up the deck with you, but I"ll cut your comb for you when we get to port."
Warrington laughed insolently and picked up the parrot-cage. "I"ll bring the comb. In fact, I always carry it." Not a word to Craig, not a glance in his direction. Warrington stepped to the companionway and went below.
The chief engineer"s a.s.sistant, whistling _Bide Awee_, sauntered forward.
Craig could not resist grinning at Mallow"s discomfiture. "Wouldn"t break, eh?"
"Shut your mouth! The sneaking dock-walloper, I"ll take the starch out of him when we land! Always had that high and mighty air. Wants folks to think he"s a gentleman."
"He was once," said Craig. "No use giving you advice; but he"s not a healthy individual to bait. I"m no kitten when it comes to sc.r.a.pping; but I haven"t any desire to mix things with him." The fury of the man who had given him the ducking was still vivid. He had been handled as a terrier handles a rat.
"Bah!"
"Bah as much as you please. I picked you out of the gutter one night in Rangoon, after roughing it with half a dozen Chinamen, and saved your wad. I"ve not your reach or height, but I can lay about some.
He"ll kill you. And why not? He wouldn"t be any worse off than he is."
"I tell you he"s yellow. And with a hundred-thousand in his clothes, he"ll be yellower still."
A hundred thousand. Craig frowned and gazed out to sea. He had forgotten all about the windfall. "Let"s go and have a peg," he suggested surlily.
Immediately upon obtaining her rooms at Raffles Hotel in Singapore (and leaving Martha there to await the arrival of the luggage, an imposing collection of trunks and boxes and kit-bags), Elsa went down to the American Consulate, which had its offices in the rear of the hotel.
She walked through the outer office and stood silently at the consul-general"s elbow, waiting for him to look up. She was dressed in white, and in the pugree of her helmet was the one touch of color, Rajah"s blue feather. With a smile she watched the stubby pen crawl over some papers, ending at length with a flourish, dignified and characteristic. The consul-general turned his head. His kindly face had the settled expression of indulgent inquiry. The expression changed swiftly into one of delight.
"Elsa Chetwood!" he cried, seizing her hands. "Well, well! I am glad to see you. Missed you when you pa.s.sed through to Ceylon. Good gracious, what a beautiful woman you"ve turned out to be! Sit down, sit down!" He pushed her into a chair. "Well, well! When I saw you last you were nineteen."
"What a frightful memory you have! And I was going to my first ball.
You used the same adjective."
"Is there a better one? I"ll use it if there is. You"ve arrived just in time. I am giving a little dinner to the consuls and their wives to-night, and you will add just the right touch; for we are all a little gray at the temples and some of us are a trifle bald. You see, I"ve an old friend from India in town to-day, and I"ve asked him, too.
Your appearance evens up matters."
"Oh; then I"m just a filler-in!"
"Heavens, no! You"re the most important person of the lot, though Colonel Knowlton . . ."
"Colonel Knowlton!" exclaimed Elsa.
"That"s so, by George! Stupid of me. You came down on the same boat.