"What"s that you say?" he said. "I"ve half a mind to give you a lesson in civility."
"You set up any more of your gab to me," returned the Scotsman, "and I"ll show ye the wrong side of a jyle. I"ve heard tell of the three of ye. Ye"re not long for here, I can tell ye that. The Government has their eyes upon ye. They make short work of d.a.m.ned beachcombers, I"ll say that for the French."
"You wait till I catch you off your ship!" cried the captain: and then, turning to the crew, "Good-bye, you fellows!" he said. "You"re gentlemen, anyway! The worst n.i.g.g.e.r among you would look better upon a quarter-deck than that filthy Scotchman."
Captain Tom scorned to reply; he watched with a hard smile the departure of his guests; and as soon as the last foot was off the plank; turned to the hands to work cargo.
The beachcombers beat their inglorious retreat along the sh.o.r.e; Herrick first, his face dark with blood, his knees trembling under him with the hysteria of rage. Presently, under the same purao where they had shivered the night before, he cast himself down, and groaned aloud, and ground his face into the sand.
"Don"t speak to me, don"t speak to me. I can"t stand it," broke from him.
The other two stood over him perplexed.
"Wot can"t he stand now?" said the clerk. ""Asn"t he "ad a meal? I"M lickin" my lips."
Herrick reared up his wild eyes and burning face. "I can"t beg!" he screamed, and again threw himself p.r.o.ne.
"This thing"s got to come to an end," said the captain with an intake of the breath.
"Looks like signs of an end, don"t it?" sneered the clerk.
"He"s not so far from it, and don"t you deceive yourself," replied the captain. "Well," he added in a livelier voice, "you fellows hang on here, and I"ll go and interview my representative."
Whereupon he turned on his heel, and set off at a swinging sailor"s walk towards Papeete.
It was some half hour later when he returned. The clerk was dozing with his back against the tree: Herrick still lay where he had flung himself; nothing showed whether he slept or waked.
"See, boys!" cried the captain, with that artificial heartiness of his which was at times so painful, "here"s a new idea." And he produced note paper, stamped envelopes, and pencils, three of each. "We can all write home by the mail brigantine; the consul says I can come over to his place and ink up the addresses."
"Well, that"s a start, too," said the clerk. "I never thought of that."
"It was that yarning last night about going home that put me up to it,"
said the captain.
"Well, "and over," said the clerk. "I"ll "ave a shy," and he retired a little distance to the shade of a canoe.
The others remained under the purao. Now they would write a word or two, now scribble it out; now they would sit biting at the pencil end and staring seaward; now their eyes would rest on the clerk, where he sat propped on the canoe, leering and coughing, his pencil racing glibly on the paper.
"I can"t do it," said Herrick suddenly. "I haven"t got the heart."
"See here," said the captain, speaking with unwonted gravity; "it may be hard to write, and to write lies at that; and G.o.d knows it is; but it"s the square thing. It don"t cost anything to say you"re well and happy, and sorry you can"t make a remittance this mail; and if you don"t, I"ll tell you what I think it is--I think it"s about the high-water mark of being a brute beast."
"It"s easy to talk," said Herrick. "You don"t seem to have written much yourself, I notice."
"What do you bring in me for?" broke from the captain. His voice was indeed scarce raised above a whisper, but emotion clanged in it. "What do you know about me? If you had commanded the finest barque that ever sailed from Portland; if you had been drunk in your berth when she struck the breakers in Fourteen Island Group, and hadn"t had the wit to stay there and drown, but came on deck, and given drunken orders, and lost six lives--I could understand your talking then! There," he said more quietly, "that"s my yarn, and now you know it. It"s a pretty one for the father of a family. Five men and a woman murdered. Yes, there was a woman on board, and hadn"t no business to be either. Guess I sent her to h.e.l.l, if there is such a place. I never dared go home again; and the wife and the little ones went to England to her father"s place. I don"t know what"s come to them," he added, with a bitter shrug.
"Thank you, captain," said Herrick. "I never liked you better."
They shook hands, short and hard, with eyes averted, tenderness swelling in their bosoms.
"Now, boys! to work again at lying!" said the captain.
"I"ll give my father up," returned Herrick with a writhen smile. "I"ll try my sweetheart instead for a change of evils."
And here is what he wrote:
"Emma, I have scratched out the beginning to my father, for I think I can write more easily to you. This is my last farewell to all, the last you will ever hear or see of an unworthy friend and son. I have failed in life; I am quite broken down and disgraced. I pa.s.s under a false name; you will have to tell my father that with all your kindness. It is my own fault. I know, had I chosen, that I might have done well; and yet I swear to you I tried to choose. I could not bear that you should think I did not try. For I loved you all; you must never doubt me in that, you least of all. I have always unceasingly loved, but what was my love worth? and what was I worth? I had not the manhood of a common clerk, I could not work to earn you; I have lost you now, and for your sake I could be glad of it. When you first came to my father"s house--do you remember those days? I want you to--you saw the best of me then, all that was good in me. Do you remember the day I took your hand and would not let it go--and the day on Battersea Bridge, when we were looking at a barge, and I began to tell you one of my silly stories, and broke off to say I loved you? That was the beginning, and now here is the end.
When you have read this letter, you will go round and kiss them all good-bye, my father and mother, and the children, one by one, and poor uncle; And tell them all to forget me, and forget me yourself. Turn the key in the door; let no thought of me return; be done with the poor ghost that pretended he was a man and stole your love. Scorn of myself grinds in me as I write. I should tell you I am well and happy, and want for nothing. I do not exactly make money, or I should send a remittance; but I am well cared for, have friends, live in a beautiful place and climate, such as we have dreamed of together, and no pity need be wasted on me. In such places, you understand, it is easy to live, and live well, but often hard to make sixpence in money. Explain this to my father, he will understand. I have no more to say; only linger, going out, like an unwilling guest. G.o.d in heaven bless you. Think of me to the last, here, on a bright beach, the sky and sea immoderately blue, and the great breakers roaring outside on a barrier reef, where a little isle sits green with palms. I am well and strong. It is a more pleasant way to die than if you were crowding about me on a sick-bed. And yet I am dying. This is my last kiss. Forgive, forget the unworthy."
So far he had written, his paper was all filled, when there returned a memory of evenings at the piano, and that song, the masterpiece of love, in which so many have found the expression of their dearest thoughts.
"Einst, O wunder!" he added. More was not required; he knew that in his love"s heart the context would spring up, escorted with fair images and harmony; of how all through life her name should tremble in his ears, her name be everywhere repeated in the sounds of nature; and when death came, and he lay dissolved, her memory lingered and thrilled among his elements.
"Once, O wonder! once from the ashes of my heart Arose a blossom--"
Herrick and the captain finished their letters about the same time; each was breathing deep, and their eyes met and were averted as they closed the envelopes.
"Sorry I write so big," said the captain gruffly. "Came all of a rush, when it did come."
"Same here," said Herrick. "I could have done with a ream when I got started; but it"s long enough for all the good I had to say."
They were still at the addresses when the clerk strolled up, smirking and twirling his envelope, like a man well pleased. He looked over Herrick"s shoulder.
"Hullo," he said, "you ain"t writing "ome."
"I am, though," said Herrick; "she lives with my father. Oh, I see what you mean," he added. "My real name is Herrick. No more Hay"--they had both used the same alias--"no more Hay than yours, I dare say."
"Clean bowled in the middle stump!" laughed the clerk. "My name"s "Uish if you want to know. Everybody has a false nyme in the Pacific. Lay you five to three the captain "as."
"So I have too," replied the captain; "and I"ve never told my own since the day I tore the t.i.tle page out of my Bowditch and flung the d.a.m.ned thing into the sea. But I"ll tell it to you, boys. John Davis is my name. I"m Davis of the Sea Ranger."
"Dooce you are!" said Hush. "And what was she? a pirate or a slyver?"
"She was the fastest barque out of Portland, Maine," replied the captain; "and for the way I lost her, I might as well have bored a hole in her side with an auger."
"Oh, you lost her, did you?" said the clerk. ""Ope she was insured?"
No answer being returned to this sally, Huish, still br.i.m.m.i.n.g over with vanity and conversation, struck into another subject.
"I"ve a good mind to read you my letter," said he. "I"ve a good fist with a pen when I choose, and this is a prime lark. She was a barmaid I ran across in Northampton; she was a spanking fine piece, no end of style; and we cottoned at first sight like parties in the play. I suppose I spent the chynge of a fiver on that girl. Well, I "appened to remember her nyme, so I wrote to her, and told her "ow I had got rich, and married a queen in the Hislands, and lived in a blooming palace.
Such a sight of crammers! I must read you one bit about my opening the n.i.g.g.e.r parliament in a c.o.c.ked "at. It"s really prime."
The captain jumped to his feet. "That"s what you did with the paper that I went and begged for you?" he roared.
It was perhaps lucky for Huish--it was surely in the end unfortunate for all--that he was seized just then by one of his prostrating accesses of cough; his comrades would have else deserted him, so bitter was their resentment. When the fit had pa.s.sed, the clerk reached out his hand, picked up the letter, which had fallen to the earth, and tore it into fragments, stamp and all.
"Does that satisfy you?" he asked sullenly.
"We"ll say no more about it," replied Davis.