Jones had managed so well that the child"s garments were dry and well aired. Wrapped in a clean blanket, she was lowered into the steamer"s boat, but the doctor, preferring to jump, was soaked to the waist owing to a slip on the weed-covered rock.
The crew of the tugboat bailed out the derelict and towed her to Penzance.
That evening a fisherman brought a note from Mrs. Sheppard. Among other things, she wrote that the baby"s clothes were beautifully made and of a very expensive type. She was feverish, the doctor said, but the condition of her eyes and lips would account for this, apart from the effects of prolonged exposure.
Brand read the letter to his mates when the trio were enjoying an evening pipe on the "promenade," the outer balcony under the lantern.
"S"pose her people don"t show up," observed Jim, "what are you going" to call her?"
"Trevillion," said Brand.
The others gazed at him with surprise. The prompt announcement was unexpected.
"I have told you about the fabled land of Lyonnesse lying there beneath the sea," he went on, pointing to the dark blue expanse on whose distant confines the Scilly Isles were silhouetted by the last glow of the vanished sun. "Well, the name of the only person who escaped from that minor deluge was Trevillion. It is suitable, and it accords with the initial of her probable surname."
"Oh, I see," piped Jones. His voice, always high-pitched, became squeaky when his brain was stirred.
"That"s O.K. for the "T,"" remarked Jim, "but what about the "E"?
Elizabeth is a nice name when you make it into Bessie."
"I think we should keep up the idea of the Arthurian legend. There are two that come to my mind, Elaine and Enid. Elaine died young, the victim of an unhappy love. Enid became the wife of a gallant knight, Gawain, who was
"----ever foremost in the chase, And victor at the tilt and tournament, They called him the great Prince and man of men.
But Enid, whom her ladies loved to call Enid the Fair, a grateful people named Enid the Good."
"That settles it," cried Jim, brandishing his pipe towards Penzance. "I hope as how Miss Enid Trevillion is asleep an" doin" well, an" that she"ll grow up to be both fair an" good. If she does, she"ll be better"n most women."
Brand made no reply. He went within to attend to the lantern. In five minutes the great eyes of the Lizard, the Longships and the Seven Stones Lightship were solemnly staring at their fellow-warden of the Gulf Rock, whilst, in the far west, so clear was the night, the single flash of St.
Agnes and the double flash of the Bishop illumined the sky.
CHAPTER III
THE SIGNAL
At the foot of a long flight of steps leading from the boat quay to the placid waters of Penzance harbor a stoutly built craft was moored. It had two occupants this bright January morning, and they were sufficiently diverse in appearance to attract the attention of the local squad of that great army of loungers which seems to thrive in tobacco-blessed content at all places where men go down to the sea in ships.
The pair consisted of a weather-beaten fisherman and a girl.
The man was scarred and blistered by wind and wave until he had attained much outward semblance to his craft. Nevertheless, man and boat looked reliable. They were st.u.r.dy and strong; antiquated, perhaps, and greatly in want of a new coat; but shaped on lines to resist the elements together for years to come. Ben Pollard and his pilchard-driver, _Daisy_, were Cornish celebrities of note. Not once, but many times, had they been made immortal--with the uncertain immortality of art--by painters of the Newlyn school.
The girl, an animated cameo, to which the shabby picturesqueness of Old Ben in his patched garments and old _Daisy_ in her unkempt solidity supplied a fitting background, merited the tacit approval she received from the pipe-smokers.
Flaxen-haired, blue-eyed, with a face of a delicate, flower-like beauty which added to its mobile charm by the healthy glow of a skin brightened and deepened in tone by an abiding love of the open air, she suggested, by her attire, an artistic study of the color effects derivable from the daringly trustful little plant which gave the boat its name. She wore a coat and skirt of green cloth, lightly hemmed and cuffed with dark red braid. Her large white hat was trimmed with velvet of a tone to match the braid, and her neatly fitting brown boots and gloves were of the right shade. Beneath her coat there was a glimpse of a knitted jersey of soft white wool, this being a tribute to the season, though a winter in Lyonnesse can usually shrug its comfortable shoulders at the deceitful vagaries of the Riviera.
That she was a young person of some maritime experience was visible to the connoisseurs above at a glance. She was busily engaged in packing the s.p.a.cious lockers of the _Daisy_ with certain stores of apples, oranges and vegetables--ranging from the lordly new potato (an aristocrat at that time of the year) to the plebeian cabbage--and her lithe, active figure moved with an ease born of confidence in the erratic principles of gravitation as codified and arranged by a rocking boat.
Pollard, too, was overhauling his gear, seeing that the mast was securely stepped and the tackle ran free. Whilst they worked they talked, and, of course, the critics listened.
"Do you think the weather will hold, Ben?" asked the girl over her shoulder, stooping to arrange some cl.u.s.ters of daffodils and narcissus so that they should not suffer by the lurch of some heavy package when the boat heeled over.
"The gla.s.s be a-fallin", sure, missy," said the old fellow cheerily, "but wi" the wind backin" round to the norrard it on"y means a drop o"
wet."
"You think we will make the rock in good time?"
"We"m do our best, Miss Enid."
She sat up suddenly.
"Don"t you dare tell me, Ben Pollard, that after all our preparations we may have to turn back or run for inglorious shelter into Lamorna."
Her mock indignation induced a ma.s.sive grin. "A mahogany table breaking into mirth," was Enid"s private description of Ben"s face when he smiled.
""Ee knaw the coast as well as most," he said. "Further go, stronger blow, "ee knaw."
"And not so slow, eh, Ben? Really, you and the _Daisy_ look more tubby every time I see you."
Thus disparaged, Pollard defended himself and his craft.
"Me an" _Daisy_"ll sail to Gulf Light quicker"n any other two tubs in Penzance, missy. Her be a long run at this time o" year, but you"m get there all right, I "xpect. Wi" a norrard breeze we"m be safe enough. If the wind makes "ee c"n zee et comin", "ee knaw."
She laughed quietly. Any reflection on the spanking powers of his pilchard-driver would rouse Ben instantly.
"As if I didn"t know all you could teach me," she cried, "and as if anyone in all Cornwall could teach me better."
The old fisherman was mollified. He looked along the quay.
"Time we"m cast off," he said. "Miss Constance be a plaguey long time fetchin" them wraps."
"Oh, Ben, how can you say that? She had to go all the way to the Cottage. Why, if she ran--"
"Here she be," he broke in, "an" she b"ain"t runnin" neither. Her"s got a young man in tow."
What announcement would straighten the back of any girl of nineteen like unto that? Enid Trevillion turned and stood upright.
"Why, it"s Jack!" she cried, waving a delighted hand.
"So it be," admitted Pollard, after a surprised stare. "When I look landward my eyes b"ain"t so good as they was."
He stated this fact regretfully. No elderly sea-dog will ever acknowledge to failing vision when he gazes at the level horizon he knows so well. This is no pretence of unwilling age: it is wholly true.
The settled chaos of the sh.o.r.e bewilders him. The changeful sea cannot.
Meanwhile, the dawdlers lining the wharf, following Enid"s signals with their eyes, devoted themselves to a covert staring at the young people hurrying along the quay.
Constance Brand, being a young and pretty woman, secured their instant suffrages. Indeed, she would have won the favorable verdict of a more severe audience. Taller than Enid, she had the brown hair and hazel eyes of her father. To him, too, she owed the frank, self-reliant pose of head and clearly cut, refined features which conveyed to others that all-important first good impression. Blended with Stephen Brand"s firm incisiveness, and softening the quiet strength of her marked resemblance to him, was an essential femininity which lifted her wholly apart from the ruck of handsome English girls who find delight in copying the manners and even the dress of their male friends.