"What is strange?"
"You told us you had hurt yourself with the ax--"
"Well?"
"There is no blood on your handkerchief."
Wardour s.n.a.t.c.hed the handkerchief out of Crayford"s hand, and, turning away, approached the outer door of the hut. "No blood on the handkerchief," he said to himself. "There may be a stain or two when Crayford sees it again." He stopped within a few paces of the door, and spoke to Crayford. "You recommended me to take leave of my brother officers before it was too late," he said. "I am going to follow your advice."
The door was opened from the outer side as he laid his hand on the lock.
One of the quartermasters of the _Wanderer_ entered the hut.
"Is Captain Helding here, sir?" he asked, addressing himself to Wardour.
Wardour pointed to Crayford.
"The lieutenant will tell you," he said.
Crayford advanced and questioned the quartermaster. "What do you want with Captain Helding?" he asked.
"I have a report to make, sir. There has been an accident on the ice."
"To one of your men?"
"No, sir. To one of our officers."
Wardour, on the point of going out, paused when the quartermaster made that reply. For a moment he considered with himself. Then he walked slowly back to the part of the room in which Frank was standing.
Crayford, directing the quartermaster, pointed to the arched door way in the side of the hut.
"I am sorry to hear of the accident," he said. "You will find Captain Helding in that room."
For the second time, with singular persistency, Wardour renewed the conversation with Frank.
"So you knew the Burnhams?" he said. "What became of Clara when her father died?"
Frank"s face flushed angrily on the instant.
"Clara!" he repeated. "What authorizes you to speak of Miss Burnham in that familiar manner?"
Wardour seized the opportunity of quarreling with him.
"What right have you to ask?" he retorted, coa.r.s.ely.
Frank"s blood was up. He forgot his promise to Clara to keep their engagement secret--he forgot everything but the unbridled insolence of Wardour"s language and manner.
"A right which I insist on your respecting," he answered. "The right of being engaged to marry her."
Crayford"s steady eyes were still on the watch, and Wardour felt them on him. A little more and Crayford might openly interfere. Even Wardour recognized for once the necessity of controlling his temper, cost him what it might. He made his apologies, with overstrained politeness, to Frank.
"Impossible to dispute such a right as yours," he said. "Perhaps you will excuse me when you know that I am one of Miss Burnham"s old friends. My father and her father were neighbors. We have always met like brother and sister--"
Frank generously stopped the apology there.
"Say no more," he interposed. "I was in the wrong--I lost my temper.
Pray forgive me."
Wardour looked at him with a strange, reluctant interest while he was speaking. Wardour asked an extraordinary question when he had done.
"Is she very fond of you?"
Frank burst out laughing.
"My dear fellow," he said, "come to our wedding, and judge for yourself."
"Come to your wedding?" As he repeated the words Wardour stole one glance at Frank which Frank (employed in buckling his knapsack) failed to see. Crayford noticed it, and Crayford"s blood ran cold. Comparing the words which Wardour had spoken to him while they were alone together with the words that had just pa.s.sed in his presence, he could draw but one conclusion. The woman whom Wardour had loved and lost was--Clara Burnham. The man who had robbed him of her was Frank Aldersley. And Wardour had discovered it in the interval since they had last met.
"Thank G.o.d!" thought Crayford, "the dice have parted them! Frank goes with the expedition, and Wardour stays behind with me."
The reflection had barely occurred to him--Frank"s thoughtless invitation to Wardour had just pa.s.sed his lips--when the canvas screen over the doorway was drawn aside. Captain Helding and the officers who were to leave with the exploring party returned to the main room on their way out. Seeing Crayford, Captain Helding stopped to speak to him.
"I have a casualty to report," said the captain, "which diminishes our numbers by one. My second lieutenant, who was to have joined the exploring party, has had a fall on the ice. Judging by what the quartermaster tells me, I am afraid the poor fellow has broken his leg."
"I will supply his place," cried a voice at the other end of the hut.
Everybody looked round. The man who had spoken was Richard Wardour.
Crayford instantly interfered--so vehemently as to astonish all who knew him.
"No!" he said. "Not you, Richard! not you!"
"Why not?" Wardour asked, sternly.
"Why not, indeed?" added Captain Helding. "Wardour is the very man to be useful on a long march. He is in perfect health, and he is the best shot among us. I was on the point of proposing him myself."
Crayford failed to show his customary respect for his superior officer.
He openly disputed the captain"s conclusion.
"Wardour has no right to volunteer," he rejoined. "It has been settled, Captain Helding, that chance shall decide who is to go and who is to stay."
"And chance _has_ decided it," cried Wardour. "Do you think we are going to cast the dice again, and give an officer of the _Sea-mew_ a chance of replacing an officer of the _Wanderer_? There is a vacancy in our party, not in yours; and we claim the right of filling it as we please. I volunteer, and my captain backs me. Whose authority is to keep me here after that?"
"Gently, Wardour," said Captain Helding. "A man who is in the right can afford to speak with moderation." He turned to Crayford. "You must admit yourself," he continued, "that Wardour is right this time. The missing man belongs to my command, and in common justice one of my officers ought to supply his place."
It was impossible to dispute the matter further. The dullest man present could see that the captain"s reply was unanswerable. In sheer despair, Crayford took Frank"s arm and led him aside a few steps. The last chance left of parting the two men was the chance of appealing to Frank.
"My dear boy," he began, "I want to say one friendly word to you on the subject of your health. I have already, if you remember, expressed my doubts whether you are strong enough to make one of an exploring party.
I feel those doubts more strongly than ever at this moment. Will you take the advice of a friend who wishes you well?"
Wardour had followed Crayford. Wardour roughly interposed before Frank could reply.