"Come right "long, Mamie."
Then she answered, clasping the hand Pyne extended to her, but eying Brand the while:
"The man who brought the milk."
She wondered why they laughed, but the lighthouse-keeper caught her up in his arms.
"He has gone away, sweetheart," he said, "but when he comes in the morning I shall send for you and you will see him. You are the little girl who was injured, eh? Are you getting better?"
Elsie, having seen Mamie safely extracted from the stair-way, became voluble.
"My elbow is stiff, but it doesn"t hurt. I was feelin" pretty bad "fore the milk came, but Mamie "n" me had a lovely lot, an" some beautiful jelly. Fine, wasn"t it, Mamie?"
""Squizzit!" agreed Mamie.
"I think I"d like being here if there was more room," said the child.
"An" why isn"t there any washin"? Mamie "n" me is always bein" washed "cept when we"re here."
"Surely you have not kept your face as clean as it is now ever since you left the ship?"
"Oh, no," put in Mamie. "We"ve just been rubbed with a hanky."
"And sent out to pay a call?"
"Not "zactly," said truthful Mamie. "Mr. Pyne told us to wait near the door--"
"That"s an old story now," intervened Pyne quickly. "Climb up on my shoulder and have a look at the sea. Perhaps there may be a ship, too."
"What did Mr. Pyne tell you?" whispered Brand, pretending to make a secret of it with Elsie.
"There didn"t seem to be "nuff to eat," she explained, seriously, "so Mr. Pyne kep" a bit of biscuit in his pocket, an" Mamie "n" me had a chew every time we saw him."
"H"m," murmured the man, glancing up at his young friend as he walked around the tr.i.m.m.i.n.g-stage with the delighted Mamie. "I suppose he asked you not to tell anybody?"
"We wasn"t to tell Miss Constance or Miss Enid. An" they tole us we wasn"t to tell him about the sweet stuff they put in our tea. That is all. Funny, isn"t it?"
Brand knew that these little ones were motherless. His eyes dimmed somewhat. Like all self-contained men, he detested any exhibition of sentiment.
"I say," he cried huskily to Pyne, "you must escort your friends back to their quarters. No more idling, please."
"An" you will really send for us tomorrow to see the milkman?" said Elsie. Notwithstanding his sudden gruffness, she was not afraid of him.
She looked longingly at the great lamp and the twinkling diamonds of the dioptric lens.
"Yes. I will not forget. Good-by, now, dearie."
The visit of the children had given him a timely reminder. As these two were now so had his own loved ones been in years that might not be recalled.
The nest would soon be empty, the young birds flown. He realized that he would not be many days ash.o.r.e before the young American to whom he had taken such a liking would come to him and put forward a more enduring claim to Constance than Mr. Traill made with regard to Enid. Well, he must resign himself to these things, though no man ever lost two daughters under stranger conditions.
When Pyne returned, Brand was ready for him. The struggle was sharp, but it had ended.
"I would like you to read your uncle"s letter," he said. "I am clear in my own mind as to the right course to adopt. If Mr. Traill wishes to win Enid"s affections he will not take her by surprise. Indeed, he himself recognizes this element in the situation. You will not rush away from Penzance at once, I take it?"
"No, sir," said Pyne, with a delightful certainty of negation that caused a smile to brighten his hearer"s face.
"I may not get clear of the rock for several days. There is much to place in order here. When the relief comes, I must help the men to make things ship-shape. Meanwhile, Stanhope--or Constance, whom you can take into your confidence--will smooth the way--"
"No, sir," interrupted Pyne, even more emphatically. "When you come to know my uncle you will find that he plays the game all the time. If Enid is to be given a new parent the old one will make the gift. And that"s a fact."
Brand waived the point.
"The girls have plenty to endure here without having this surprise sprung on them," he said. "I will write to Mr. Traill, and leave events ash.o.r.e in his hands."
So, for a night and the better part of a day, the pillar locked in its recesses some new doubts and cogitations. As between the two men a stronger bond of sympathy was created. Pyne, in those restless hours, was admirably tactful. He talked a great deal of his uncle. Soon, not only Brand, but the two girls, seemed to be well acquainted with a man they had never met.
With the morning tide the anarchy of the waves ceased. The children were brought to the lantern to witness a more majestic sight than the arrival of the "milkman." With the dawn the sun appeared, and the sea seemed to sink into long-deferred slumber under his potency.
The flood tide of the afternoon brought the unfailing tug, towing the Penzance life-boat. The crane was swung out and Jack Stanhope, as was his right, was first to be hoisted to the entrance and to exchange a hearty hand grip with Brand.
Behind the lighthouse-keeper were ranged many faces, but not that which the sailor sought.
"Where is Enid?" he asked, after the first words of congratulation were spoken. "Have you told her?"
"No. Here is Mr. Pyne. He will take you to the girls and tell you what we have decided."
The two young men looked at each other with frank friendliness.
"When we have a minute to spare you must take me to the gallery and explain just how you worked that trick," said Stanhope. "Brand"s semaph.o.r.e was to the point, but it omitted details."
"That is where I have the pull of you," responded Pyne with equal cordiality. "I don"t require any telling about your work yesterday."
"Oh, people make such a fuss. What is there remarkable in guiding a boat through a rough sea?"
"I may be wrong, but it looks a heap harder than swarming up a pole."
In such wise did young Britain and young America pooh-pooh the idea that they had done aught heroic.
Indeed, their brief talk dealt next with Enid, and Lieutenant Stanhope, R. N., did not think he was outraging conventionality when he found Enid in the kitchen, and took her in his arms and kissed her.
Constance and Pyne discovered that the tug as seen through the window was a very interesting object.
"You don"t feel at all lonesome?" he murmured to her.
"Not in the least."
"It must do a fellow a heap of good to meet his best girl under such circ.u.mstances."
"Mr. Stanhope and my sister have been the greatest of friends for years."