"In the same instant Lee Fu flung down the great tiller. The sampan came into the wind with a shock that threw us to the deck. Close under our lee quarter lay the breakers, less than a couple of hundred yards away.
Lee Fu made frantic signals forward, where the crew were watching us in utter terror. I felt the centerboard drop; a patch of sail rose on the main. The boat answered, gathered headway, drove forward--
"Wilbur lay as he had fallen and made no move.
"Two nights later, under a clear starry sky, we slipped through Lymoon Pa.s.s on the tail of the land breeze. It fell flat calm before we reached Wanchi; the long sweeps were shipped, and the chattering crew, who"d never expected to see Hong Kong again, fell to work willingly. At length we rounded to against the bulkhead and settled into our berth, as if back from a late pleasure trip down the bay.
"A little forward, Wilbur rose to his feet. He hadn"t spoken or touched food since that tragic hour under the reefs two nights before. Without a glance in our direction, he made for the side and stepped ash.o.r.e. There was a bright light behind him; his form stood out plainly. It had lost the lines of vigor and alertness; it was the figure of a different and older man.
"A moment later he had lurched away, vanishing in the darkness of a side street. Three days later, we heard that he had taken the boat for Singapore. He hasn"t been seen or heard of since that day.
"When he had gone, that night at the bulkhead, Lee Fu reached out a hand to help me to my feet. "Thank you, Captain," he said. "For my part, it has been supremely interesting. For your part, I hope that you have been repaid?"
""It"s enough to be alive, just now," I answered. "I want a chart, Lee Fu. I want to see what you did. How you did it is quite beyond my comprehension."
""Oh, that? It was not much. The G.o.ds were always with us, as you must have observed. And I know that place pretty well."
""Evidently. Did the "Speedwell" fetch up among those reefs, or to leeward of them?"
""The "Speedwell?" Captain, you did not believe my little pleasantry! We were nowhere near the wreck of the "Speedwell," as Captain Wilbur should have known had he retained his mind."
"I smiled feebly. "I didn"t know it. Tell me another thing, Lee Fu. Were you bluffing, there at the last, or wasn"t there really a hole through the reef?"
""So far as I am aware, Captain, there was no pa.s.sage," answered my imperturbable friend. "I believe we were heading for the rocks when we came into the wind."
""Would you have piled us up?"
""That is merely a hypothetical question. I knew that I would not be forced to do it. I was only afraid that, in the final anguish, Captain Wilbur would lose his sense of seamanship, and so would wait too long.
That, I confess, would have been unfortunate. Otherwise, there was no doubt or especial danger."
""I"m glad to know it!" I exclaimed, with a shudder of recollection. "It wasn"t apparent at the time."
""No, perhaps not; time was very swift. In fact, he did wait too long.
He was more willful than I had antic.i.p.ated."
"I gazed across the harbor, reviewing the experience. "What did you have in mind," I asked, "before the typhoon shifted? Did you expect to catch the center?"
""I had no plan; it is dangerous to plan. There was a task to be begun; the determination of its direction and result lay with the G.o.ds. It was plain that I had been called upon to act; but beyond that I neither saw nor cared to see."
"I could believe him only because I"d witnessed his incredible calm. He waved a hand toward the city. "Come, my friend, let us sleep," he said.
"We have earned our rest. Learn from this never to plan, and always to beware of overconfidence. It is by straining to look into the future that men exhaust themselves for present duty; and it is by making their little plans that men bring down the wrath of the G.o.ds. We are their instruments, molding in faith and humility our various destinies.
Perhaps you thought me unfeeling, but I was only happy. There constantly were too many propitious signs.""
THE LIZARD G.o.d[7]
By CHARLES J. FINGER
(From _All"s Well_)
It is not pleasant to have one"s convictions disturbed, and that is why I wish I had never seen that man Rounds. He seems to have crossed my path only to shake my self-confidence. The little conversation we had has left me dissatisfied. I look upon my collection with less interest than I did. I am not as pleased with the result of my investigations as they appear in my monograph on "The Saurian Family of Equatorial America." Doubtless the mood that now possesses me will pa.s.s away, and I shall recover my equanimity. His story would have upset most men. Worse still was his unpleasant habit of interjecting strange opinions. Judge for yourself.
It was when pa.s.sing through the Reptile room on my way to the study that I first saw him. I took him to be a mere common working man pa.s.sing away an idle hour; one of the ordinary Museum visitors. Two hours later, I noticed that he was closely examining the lizard cases. Then later, he seemed interested in my collection of prints ill.u.s.trating the living world of the ante-diluvian period. It was then that I approached him, and, finding him apparently intelligent, with, as it seemed, a bent towards lizards, and further, discovering that he had traveled in Peru and Colombia, took him to the study.
The man had some unusual habits. He was absolutely lacking in that sense of respect, as I may term it, usually accorded to one in my position.
One who is a professor and curator becomes accustomed to a certain amount of, well, diffidence in laymen. The att.i.tude is entirely natural.
It is a tribute. But Rounds was not that way. He was perfectly at ease.
He had an air of quiet self-possession. He refused the chair I indicated, the chair set for visitors and students, and instead, walked to the window and threw up the lower sash, taking a seat on the sill, with one foot resting on the floor and the other swinging. Thus, he looked as though he were prepared to leap, or to jump or run. He gave me the impression of being on the alert. Without asking permission, he filled and lit his pipe, taking his tobacco from a queerly made pouch, and using but one hand in the process.
"What I was looking for," he said, "is a kind of lizard. Yet it is not a lizard. It is too hard and thin in the body to be that. It runs on its hind legs. It is white. Its bite is poisonous. It lives in the equatorial districts of Colombia."
"Have you seen one?" I asked.
"No," was the reply. Then after a moment he asked, "Why?"
"Because there is no such living creature," I said.
"How do you know?" he said abruptly.
"The lizard group is thoroughly cla.s.sified," I said. "There is nothing answering to that description. In the first place--"
"Does that make it non-existent? Your cla.s.sification of what you know?"
he interrupted.
"I have made a study of the Saurians," I said.
"No you haven"t," he said. "You have read what other men have written and that is not the same thing."
"Really," I began, but he broke in.
"I mean to say that you have never been in any new equatorial country,"
he said. "Your manner shows that. You are too quiet. Too easy. Too sedentary. You would have been killed because of your lack of vigilance."
That is, as nearly as I can repeat and remember, the opening of the conversation. There was an air of challenge about the man that I found unpleasant. Of course I admitted the fact that I was not an explorer myself, and that mine was the humbler if more tedious task of collecting and arranging data. At that he said that in his opinion, organized expeditions were little more than pleasure jaunts taken at the public expense. His viewpoint was most extraordinary.
"Such an expedition," he said, "must fail in its main purpose because its very unwieldiness destroys or disperses the very things it was organized to study. It cannot penetrate the wilds; it cannot get into the dry lands. The very needs of the men and horses and dogs prevent that. It must keep to beaten tracks and in touch with the edge of civilization. The members of such an expedition are mere killers on a large scale, and to kill or to hunt a thing is to not know it at all.
Further, the men in such expeditions are not hunters even. They are destroyers who destroy while keeping themselves in safety. They have their beaters. Their paid natives. Humbug! That"s the only word to describe that kind of thing. Staged effects they have. Then they come back here to pose as heroes before a crowd of gaping city clerks."
I mentioned the remarkable results obtained by the Peary and Roosevelt expeditions and pointed to the fact that the specimens brought back and properly set up by efficient taxidermists, did, in fact, give the common people some notion of the wonders of animal life.
"Nothing of the kind," he said. "Look at that boa-constrictor you have out there. It is stuffed and in a gla.s.s case. Don"t you know that in its natural surroundings you yourself would come mighty near stepping on one without seeing it? You would. If you had that thing set up as it should be, these museum visitors of yours would pa.s.s the case believing it was a mere collection of foliage. They wouldn"t see the snake itself. See what I mean? Set up as they are in real life they"d come near being invisible."
The man walked up and down the study floor for half a minute or so, then paused at the desk and said:
"Don"t let us get to entertaining one another though. But remember this, you only get knowledge at a cost. I mean to say that the man that would know something, can only get the knowledge at first hand. The people who wander around this junk shop that you call a museum, go out as empty headed as they came in. Consider. Say a Fiji islander came here and took back with him from the United States an electric light bulb, a stuffed possum, an old hat, a stalact.i.te from the Mammoth cave, a sackful of pecan nuts, a pair of handcuffs, half a dozen photographs and a dozen packing cases full of things gathered from here and there, and then set the whole junk pile up under a roof in the Fiji Islands, what would his fellow Fijians know from that of the social life of this country. Eh?
Tell me that?"