that also was only a fairy tale, that also was folk-lore. With the consequences of his acts he saw himself implacably confronted for the duration of life: stretched upon a cross, and nailed there with the iron bolts of his own cowardice. He had no tears; he told himself no stories.
His disgust with himself was so complete that even the process of apologetic mythology had ceased. He was like a man cast down from a pillar, and every bone broken. He lay there, and admitted the facts, and did not attempt to rise.
Dawn began to break over the far side of the atoll, the sky brightened, the clouds became dyed with gorgeous colours, the shadows of the night lifted. And, suddenly, Herrick was aware that the lagoon and the trees wore again their daylight livery; and he saw, on board the Farallone, Davis extinguishing the lantern, and smoke rising from the galley.
Davis, without doubt, remarked and recognised the figure on the beach; or perhaps hesitated to recognise it; for after he had gazed a long while from under his hand, he went into the house and fetched a gla.s.s.
It was very powerful; Herrick had often used it. With an instinct of shame, he hid his face in his hands.
"And what brings you here, Mr Herrick-Hay, or Mr Hay-Herrick?" asked the voice of Att.w.a.ter. "Your back view from my present position is remarkably fine, and I would continue to present it. We can get on very nicely as we are, and if you were to turn round, do you know? I think it would be awkward."
Herrick slowly rose to his feet; his heart throbbed hard, a hideous excitement shook him, but he was master of himself. Slowly he turned, and faced Att.w.a.ter and the muzzle of a pointed rifle. "Why could I not do that last night?" he thought.
"Well, why don"t you fire?" he said aloud, with a voice that trembled.
Att.w.a.ter slowly put his gun under his arm, then his hands in his pockets.
"What brings you here?" he repeated.
"I don"t know," said Herrick; and then, with a cry: "Can you do anything with me?"
"Are you armed?" said Att.w.a.ter. "I ask for the form"s sake."
"Armed? No!" said Herrick. "O yes, I am, too!" And he flung upon the beach a dripping pistol.
"You are wet," said Att.w.a.ter.
"Yes, I am wet," said Herrick. "Can you do anything with me?"
Att.w.a.ter read his face attentively.
"It would depend a good deal upon what you are," said he.
"What I am? A coward!" said Herrick.
"There is very little to be done with that," said Att.w.a.ter. "And yet the description hardly strikes one as exhaustive."
"Oh, what does it matter?" cried Herrick. "Here I am. I am broken crockery; I am a burst drum; the whole of my life is gone to water; I have nothing left that I believe in, except my living horror of myself.
Why do I come to you? I don"t know; you are cold, cruel, hateful; and I hate you, or I think I hate you. But you are an honest man, an honest gentleman. I put myself, helpless, in your hands. What must I do? If I can"t do anything, be merciful and put a bullet through me; it"s only a puppy with a broken leg!"
"If I were you, I would pick up that pistol, come up to the house, and put on some dry clothes," said Att.w.a.ter.
"If you really mean it?" said Herrick. "You know they--we--they. .. But you know all."
"I know quite enough," said Att.w.a.ter. "Come up to the house."
And the captain, from the deck of the Farallone, saw the two men pa.s.s together under the shadow of the grove.
Chapter 11. DAVID AND GOLIATH
Huish had bundled himself up from the glare of the day--his face to the house, his knees retracted. The frail bones in the thin tropical raiment seemed scarce more considerable than a fowl"s; and Davis, sitting on the rail with his arm about a stay, contemplated him with gloom, wondering what manner of counsel that insignificant figure should contain. For since Herrick had thrown him off and deserted to the enemy, Huish, alone of mankind, remained to him to be a helper and oracle.
He considered their position with a sinking heart. The ship was a stolen ship; the stores, either from initial carelessness or ill administration during the voyage, were insufficient to carry them to any port except back to Papeete; and there retribution waited in the shape of a gendarme, a judge with a queer-shaped hat, and the horror of distant Noumea. Upon that side, there was no glimmer of hope. Here, at the island, the dragon was roused; Att.w.a.ter with his men and his Winchesters watched and patrolled the house; let him who dare approach it. What else was then left but to sit there, inactive, pacing the decks--until the Trinity Hall arrived and they were cast into irons, or until the food came to an end, and the pangs of famine succeeded? For the Trinity Hall Davis was prepared; he would barricade the house, and die there defending it, like a rat in a crevice. But for the other? The cruise of the Farallone, into which he had plunged only a fortnight before, with such golden expectations, could this be the nightmare end of it? The ship rotting at anchor, the crew stumbling and dying in the scuppers? It seemed as if any extreme of hazard were to be preferred to so grisly a certainty; as if it would be better to up-anchor after all, put to sea at a venture, and, perhaps, perish at the hands of cannibals on one of the more obscure Paumotus. His eye roved swiftly over sea and sky in quest of any promise of wind, but the fountains of the Trade were empty.
Where it had run yesterday and for weeks before, a roaring blue river charioting clouds, silence now reigned; and the whole height of the atmosphere stood balanced. On the endless ribbon of island that stretched out to either hand of him its array of golden and green and silvery palms, not the most volatile frond was to be seen stirring; they drooped to their stable images in the lagoon like things carved of metal, and already their long line began to reverberate heat. There was no escape possible that day, none probable on the morrow. And still the stores were running out!
Then came over Davis, from deep down in the roots of his being, or at least from far back among his memories of childhood and innocence, a wave of superst.i.tion. This run of ill luck was something beyond natural; the chances of the game were in themselves more various; it seemed as if the devil must serve the pieces. The devil? He heard again the clear note of Att.w.a.ter"s bell ringing abroad into the night, and dying away.
How if G.o.d...?
Briskly, he averted his mind. Att.w.a.ter: that was the point. Att.w.a.ter had food and a treasure of pearls; escape made possible in the present, riches in the future. They must come to grips, with Att.w.a.ter; the man must die. A smoky heat went over his face, as he recalled the impotent figure he had made last night and the contemptuous speeches he must bear in silence. Rage, shame, and the love of life, all pointed the one way; and only invention halted: how to reach him? had he strength enough? was there any help in that misbegotten packet of bones against the house?
His eyes dwelled upon him with a strange avidity, as though he would read into his soul; and presently the sleeper moved, stirred uneasily, turned suddenly round, and threw him a blinking look. Davis maintained the same dark stare, and Huish looked away again and sat up.
"Lord, I"ve an "eadache on me!" said he. "I believe I was a bit swipey last night. W"ere"s that cry-byby "Errick?"
"Gone," said the captain.
"Ash.o.r.e?" cried Huish. "Oh, I say! I"d "a gone too."
"Would you?" said the captain.
"Yes, I would," replied Huish. "I like Att.w.a.ter. "E"s all right; we got on like one o"clock when you were gone. And ain"t his sherry in it, rather? It"s like Spiers and Ponds" Amontillado! I wish I "ad a drain of it now." He sighed.
"Well, you"ll never get no more of it--that"s one thing," said Davis, gravely.
""Ere! wot"s wrong with you, Dyvis? Coppers "ot? Well, look at me! I ain"t grumpy," said Huish; "I"m as plyful as a canary-bird, I am."
"Yes," said Davis, "you"re playful; I own that; and you were playful last night, I believe, and a d.a.m.ned fine performance you made of it."
""Allo!" said Huish. ""Ow"s this? Wot performance?"
"Well, I"ll tell you," said the captain, getting slowly off the rail.
And he did: at full length, with every wounding epithet and absurd detail repeated and emphasised; he had his own vanity and Huish"s upon the grill, and roasted them; and as he spoke, he inflicted and endured agonies of humiliation. It was a plain man"s masterpiece of the sardonic.
"What do you think of it?" said he, when he had done, and looked down at Huish, flushed and serious, and yet jeering.
"I"ll tell you wot it is," was the reply, "you and me cut a pretty d.i.c.ky figure."
"That"s so," said Davis, "a pretty measly figure, by G.o.d! And, by G.o.d, I want to see that man at my knees."
"Ah!" said Huish. ""Ow to get him there?"
"That"s it!" cried Davis. "How to get hold of him! They"re four to two; though there"s only one man among them to count, and that"s Att.w.a.ter.
Get a bead on Att.w.a.ter, and the others would cut and run and sing out like frightened poultry--and old man Herrick would come round with his hat for a share of the pearls. No, SIR! it"s how to get hold of Att.w.a.ter! And we daren"t even go ash.o.r.e; he would shoot us in the boat like dogs."
"Are you particular about having him dead or alive?" asked Huish.
"I want to see him dead," said the captain.