A British India mail-boat was steaming down the bay to her anchorage alongside the hulk, and innumerable small craft were pa.s.sing to and fro between the islands. He looked at the water, the birds, the steamer, and the islands, without being really conscious that he saw them. Somehow he was filled with a great wonderment at his position, at the obstinate contrariness of his luck. Over and over again in days gone by he had been offered positions of trust, beside which packing pearl sh.e.l.l and a.s.sisting boat-builders would have been as nothing. He had refused them because he did not want to work. It was the revenge of Fate that now he had resolved to turn over a new leaf he could hear of nothing. As this thought entered his brain he looked down at the transparent green water rising and falling round the copper-sheathed piles of the pier, and a fit of desperation came over him. Was it any use living? Life had evidently nothing to offer him now in exchange for what his own folly had thrown away. Why should he not drop quietly over the side, disappear into that cool green water, and be done with it forever? The more he considered this way out of his troubles the more he liked it. But then the old doubt came back upon him,--the doubt that had been his undoing in so many previous struggles,--might not the future have something better in store for him? He resolved to test his luck for the last time.
But how? After a moment"s thought he decided on a plan.
There was not a soul within a couple of hundred yards of the jetty. He would arrange it thus: if anyone set foot on it before the mail-boat let go her anchor he would give life another chance; if not, well, then he would try and remember some sort of prayer and go quietly over the side, give in without a struggle, and be washed up by the next tide. From every appearance luck favoured the latter chance. So much the better omen, then, if the other came uppermost. He looked at the mail-boat and then at the sh.o.r.e. Not a soul was to be seen. Another five minutes would decide it all for him. Minute after minute went by; the boat steamed closer to the hulk. He could see the hands forrard on the fo"c"sle-head ready to let go the anchor, he could even make out the thin column of steam issuing from the escape-pipe in the cable range. Another minute, or at most two, would settle everything. And yet there was no sign of excitement in his tired face, only a certain grim and terrible earnestness in the lines about the mouth. The steamer was close enough now for him to hear the order from the bridge and the answer from the officer in charge of the cable. Another two or three seconds and he might reckon the question settled and the game played out. He turned for the last time to look along the jetty, but there was no hope there, not a living being was anywhere near it.
"Well, this settles it, once and forever," he said to himself, following his speech with a little sigh, for which he could not account. Then, as if to carry out his intention, he crossed to the steps leading down to the other side of the jetty. As he did so he almost shouted with surprise, for there, on the outer edge, hidden from his line of sight where he had stood before, lay a little Kanaka boy about ten years of age fast asleep. _He had been there all the time._ Ellison"s luck had triumphed in a most unexpected manner! As he realised it he heard the cable on board the mail-boat go tearing through the hawsehole, and next moment the officer"s cry, "Anchor gone, sir!" At the same instant the ship"s bell struck eight (twelve o"clock).
With the change in his prospects, for he was resolved to consider it a change, he remembered that Murkard was on the hillside waiting for him.
Instantly he wheeled about and started back on his tracks for the side of the island he had first come from. The sun was very warm, the path a rough one, and by the time he reached it his bare feet had had about enough of it. He found Murkard sitting in the same spot and almost in the same att.i.tude as when he had left him nearly five hours before. The expression of amus.e.m.e.nt on the latter"s face changed a little as he noticed that his friend carried nothing in his hand.
"And so, my dear fellow, you have come back. Well, do you know, I felt convinced you would. Nothing offered, I suppose?"
"Nothing. But stay, I"m wrong. I was offered a shilling to get myself a breakfast."
"Good for you? So you have eaten your fill."
"No; I refused it. I wanted work, not charity!"
"So it would appear. Well I _must_ say I admire your fort.i.tude. Perhaps in better days I might have done the same. Under present circ.u.mstances, however, I am inclined to fancy I should have taken the money."
"Possibly. I acted differently, you see."
"You"re not angry with me for laughing at you this morning, are you, Ellison?"
"Angry? My dear old fellow, what on earth put that in your head? Why should I be angry? As it happens, you were quite right."
"That"s the very reason I thought you might have been angry. We"re never so easily put out of temper as when we"re proved to be in the wrong.
That"s what is called the Refining Influence of Civilization."
"And what"s to be done now? We can"t live up here on this hillside forever. And, as far as I can see, we stand a very poor show of having anything given us down yonder."
"We must cut our tracks again, that"s all. But how we"re to get away, and where we"re to go to is more than I can say. We"ve tried Adelaide, Melbourne, Sydney, and Brisbane; Rockhampton turned us out, Townsville and Cooktown proved as bad. Now Thursday Island turns its back on us.
There"s something rotten in the state of Denmark, my friend. Don"t get cast-down over it, however; we"ve succeeded before, we"ll do so again.
As the proverb has it, "_Le desespoir redouble les forces_.""
"What do you propose?"
"Something practicable! I"ve been thinking. Don"t laugh. It"s a habit of mine. As I think best when I"m hungry, I become a perfect Socrates when I"m starving. Do you see that island over there?"
"Yes--Prince of Wales. What about it?"
"There"s a pearling station round the bay. You can just catch a glimpse of it from here--a white roof looking out from among the trees. You see it? Very good! It belongs to an old man, McCartney by name, who is at present away with his boat, somewhere on the other side of New Guinea."
"Well, then, that stops our business right off. If the boss is away, how can it help us?"
"What a chicken it is, to be sure. My boy, that station is run, in the old man"s absence, by his daughter Esther--young, winsome, impulsive, and impressionable. A rare combination. We visit it in this way. As near as I can calculate it is half a mile across the strait, so we swim it. I am nearly drowned, you save my life. You leave me on the beach, and go up to the house for a.s.sistance. Arriving there you ask to see her, tell your story, touch her heart. She takes us in, nurses me; I sing your praises; we remain until the father returns--after that permanently."
"You don"t mean to tell me you think all that humbug is likely to succeed?"
"If it"s well enough done, certainly!"
"And hasn"t it struck you that so much deception is playing it rather low down upon the girl?"
"It will be playing it still lower down upon us if it doesn"t succeed.
It"s our last chance, remember. We must do it or starve. You"ve grown very squeamish all of a sudden."
"I don"t like acting a lie."
"Since when? Look here, my dear fellow, you"re getting altogether too good for this world. You almost take _me_ in. Last night, before I grew too drunk to chronicle pa.s.sing events, I heard you tell one of the most deliberate, cold-blooded lies any man ever gave utterance to--and, what was worse, for no rhyme or reason as far as I could see."
"You have no right to talk to me like this!"
"Very probably that"s why I do it. Another of my habits. But forgive me; don"t let us quarrel on the eve of an enterprise of such importance. Are you going into it with me or not?"
"Since you are bent on it, of course! You know that."
"Very good; then let us prepare for the swim. It will be a long one, and I am not in very great trim just now. I have also heard that sharks are numerous. I pity the shark that gets my legs; my upper half would not be so bad, but my lower would be calculated to give even a mummy dyspepsia."
While speaking, he had rolled his trousers up to his knees. Then, having discarded his jacket, he announced himself ready for the swim. All the time he had been making his preparations Ellison had been standing with his back to him, looking across the strait. He was still brooding on the accusation his companion had a moment before given utterance to. He was aware that he _had_ told a lie on the previous night--wilfully and deliberately lied, without hope of gain to himself, or even without any desire of helping himself. He had represented himself to be something he was not, for no earthly reason that he could account for save a craving for exciting interest and sympathy. It was his one sin, his one blemish, this fatal trick of lying, and he could not break himself of it, try how he would. And yet, as I have already insisted, weak as he was in this, in all other matters he was the very soul of honour. It rankled in his mind, as the after-knowledge always did, to think that this man, whom he had learned to fear as well as to despise, should have found him out. He nodded to show that he was ready, and together they set out for the beach. On the way, Murkard placed his hand upon Ellison"s arm, and looked into his face with a queer expression that was almost one of pity.
"Ellison," he said, "you are thinking over what I said just now. I"m sorry I let it slip. But, believe me, I meant no harm by it. I suppose every man has his one little failing--G.o.d knows, I"m conscious enough of mine. Don"t think any the worse of me for having been so candid, will you?"
"The subject is distasteful to me; let"s drop it."
"By all means. Now we"ve got our swim before us. Talk of Hero and Leander! I don"t suppose there can be much doubt as to which of us is destined to be Leander."
Side by side they waded out till the water reached their shoulders; then they began their swim. Both were past masters in the art; but it was a long struggle, and they soon discovered that there was a stiff current setting against them. It began to look as if they would be washed past their goal before they could reach it.
When they were three parts of the way across, Ellison was ahead, Murkard some half dozen yards behind him. Suddenly the former heard a cry; he turned his head in time to see Murkard throw up his arms and disappear.
Without a moment"s hesitation he swam back to the spot, reaching it just as the other was disappearing for the third and last time. With a strength born of despair he clutched him by the hair and raised his head above the surface. Then, holding him at a safe distance, he continued his swim for the sh.o.r.e. The piece of acting designed to carry out their plot looked as if it were likely to become downright earnest, after all.
It was a long swim, and, being saddled with this additional burden, it taxed Ellison"s strength and endurance to the uttermost. When he touched the beach on the opposite side, it was as much as he could do to carry the unfortunate body up out of the reach of the water. This done, his strength gave way entirely, and he threw himself down exhausted on the sand.
CHAPTER II.
A WOMAN--A RECOVERY--TRANSFORMATIONS AND TWO RESOLVES.
When Ellison felt himself able to move again, he rose to his feet and looked about him. He discovered that they had landed on the sh.o.r.e of a little bay, bounded on one side by a miniature cliff and on the other by a dense tropical jungle; through this latter looked out the white roofs of the boat-sheds and houses of the pearling station of which they had come in search. Two columns of palest blue smoke rose above the palms, and after a glance at his still insensible companion he started towards them.
Leaving the white sandy foresh.o.r.e of the bay, he entered the thicket by what was certainly a well-worn path. This circled round the headland, and eventually brought him out on the hill above the beach. Stepping clear of the undergrowth, he found himself confronted by a number of buildings of all sizes and descriptions. The nearest he settled in his own mind was a store-shed; that adjoining it, to the left, was the Kanakas" hut; that to the left, again, their kitchen; that to the right, rather higher on the hill, with its long low roof, the station house itself. As he approached it, two or three mongrel curs ran out and barked vociferous defiance, but he did not heed them. He pa.s.sed the store, and made towards the veranda. As he came closer, a strange enough figure in his dripping rags, he saw that he was observed. A young woman, possibly not more than three-and-twenty, was standing on the steps awaiting him. She was, if one may judge by what the world usually denominates beauty, rather handsome than beautiful, but there was also something about her that was calculated to impress the mind far more than mere pink and white prettiness. Her figure was tall and shapely; her features p.r.o.nounced, but regular; her eyes were the deepest shade of brown; and her wealth of nut-brown hair, upon which a struggling ray of sunlight fell, was carelessly rolled behind her head in a fashion that added to, rather than detracted from, her general appearance.
Ellison lifted his hat as he came towards her. She looked him up and down with the conscious air of a superior, and was the first to speak.
"Well, my man," she said, without embarra.s.sment, "what do you want here?"
"In the first place, I want your help. I tried to swim the straits with a companion; he was nearly drowned, and is now lying unconscious on the sh.o.r.e down yonder."