"Had to."
"Somebody coming?"
"Yes. Top-side insurance people. You know all this stuff is insured. They"ll inspect the schooner on the way back," McClintock lied, cheerfully.
"The Wastrel seemed to take it all right."
"Oh, it"s a part of the game," said McClintock. "He knows he had to take it. There are some islands upon which he is not permitted to land any more."
At luncheon, preoccupied in thought, Spurlock did not notice the pallor on Ruth"s cheeks or the hunted look in her eyes. She hung about his chair, followed him to the door, touched his sleeve timidly, all the while striving to p.r.o.nounce the words which refused to rise to her tongue.
He patted the hand on his sleeve. "Could you get any of the music last night?"
"Yes."
"Wonderful! It"s an infernal shame."
"Couldn"t ... couldn"t I go with you this afternoon?"
"Too hot."
"But I"m used to that, Hoddy," she said, eagerly.
"I"d rather you went over the last four chapters, which I haven"t polished yet. You know what"s what. Slash and cut as much as you please. I"ll knock off at tea. By-by."
The desperate eagerness to go with him--and she dared not voice it!
She watched him until McClintock joined him and the two made off toward the south. She turned back into the hall. Rollo began to cavort.
"No, Rollo; not this afternoon."
"But I"ve got to go!" insisted Rollo, in perfectly understandable dog-talk.
"Be still!"
"Oh, come along! I"ve just got to have my muck bath. I"m burning up."
"Rollo!"
There were no locks or panelled doors in the bungalow; and Rollo was aware of it. He dashed against the screen door before she could catch him and made the veranda. Once more he begged; but as Ruth only repeated her sharp command, he spun about and raced toward the jungle. Immediately he was gone, she regretted that she had not followed.
Hidden menace; a prescience of something dreadful about to happen.
Ruth shivered; she was cold. Alone; not even the dog to warn her, and Hoddy deep in the island somewhere. Help--should she need it--from the natives was out of the question. She had not made friends with any; so they still eyed her askance.
Yes; she had heard the music the night before. She had resisted as long as she could; then she had stolen over. She had to make sure, for the peace of her mind, that this was really the man. One glance through the window at that picturesque head had been sufficient. A momentary petrifaction, and terror had lent wings to her feet.
He had found her by the same agency her father had: native talk, which flew from isle to isle as fast as proas could carry it. She was a lone white woman, therefore marked.
What was it in her heart or mind or soul that went out to this man?
Music--was that it? Was he powerless to stir her without the gift?
But hadn"t he fascinated her by his talk, gentle and winning? Ah, but that had been after he had played for her.
She had gone into Morgan"s one afternoon for a bag of salt. One hour later she had gone back to the mission--without the salt. For the first time in her life she had heard music; the door to enchanted sounds had been flung wide. For hours after she had not been sensible to life, only to exquisite echoes.
Of course she had often heard sailors hammering out their ditties.
Sometimes ships would stop three or four days for water and repairs; and the men would carouse in the back room at Morgan"s.
Day after day--five, to be exact--she had returned to Morgan"s; and each time the man would understand what had drawn her, and with a kindly smile would sit down at the piano and play. Sometimes the music would be tender and dreamy, like a native mother"s crooning to her young; sometimes it would be so gay that the flesh tingled and the feet were urged to dance; again, it would be like the storms crashing, thunderous.
On the fifth day he had ventured speech with her. He told her something about music, the great world outside. Then he had gone away. But two weeks later he returned. Again he played for her; and again the eruption of the strange senses that lay hidden in her soul. He talked with his manner gentle and kindly. Shy, grateful in her loneliness for this unexpected attention, she had listened. She had even confided to him how lonely it was in the island. He had promised her some books, for she had voiced her hunger for stories.
On his third visit to the island she had surprised him, that is, she had glanced up suddenly and caught the look of the beast in his eyes.
And it had not shocked her! It was this appalling absence of indignation that had put terror into her heart. The same look she had often seen in the eyes of the drunken beachcombers her father had brought home, and it had not filled her with horror. And now she comprehended that the man (she had never known him by any name) knew she had surprised the look and had not resented it.
Still, thereafter she had avoided Morgan"s; partly out of fear and partly because of her father"s mandate. Yet the thing hidden within her called and called.
Traps, set with peculiar cunning; she had encountered them everywhere. By following her he had discovered her secret nook in the rocks. Here she would find candy awaiting her, bits of ribbon, books. She wondered even at this late day how she had been able to hold her maddening curiosity in check. Books! She knew now what had saved her--her mother"s hand, reaching down from heaven, had set the giver"s flaming eyes upon the covers of these books. One day she had thrown all the gifts into the lagoon, and visited the secret nook no more.
And here he was, but a hundred yards away, this wastrel who trailed his genius through the mud. Hoddy! All her fears fell away. Between herself and yonder evil mind she had the strongest buckler G.o.d could give--love. Hoddy. No other man should touch her; she was Hoddy"s, body and soul, in this life and after.
She turned into the study, sat down at the table and fingered the pencils, curiously stirred. Lead, worth nothing at all until Hoddy picked them up; then they became full of magic. She began to read, and presently she entered another world, and remained in it for two hours. She read on and on, now thrilled by the swiftly moving drama, now enraptured by the tender pa.s.sages of love. Love.... He could imagine it even if he could not feel it. That was the true miracle of the gift; without actual experience, to imagine love and hate and greed and how they would react upon each other; and then, when these pa.s.sions had served their temporary purpose, to cast them aside for new imaginings.
She heard the bamboo curtain rattle slightly. She looked up quickly. The Wastrel, his eyes full of humorous evil, stood inside the room.
CHAPTER XXVII
His idea, cleverly planned, was to shatter her resistance, to confound her suddenly by striking her mind with words which would rob her coherent thought. Everything in his favour--the luck of the G.o.ds! The only white men were miles down the coast. She might scream until her voice failed; the natives would not come to her aid; they never meddled with the affairs of the whites.
"It is droll," he said. "Your father--poor imbecile!--believes we ran away together. I arranged that he should. So that way is closed. You never can go back."
There was a roaring in her ears like that of angry waters.
Wanton!... This, then, was what her father had meant. And he had gone away without knowing the truth!
"My proa boys are ready; the wind is brisk; and in an hour we shall be beyond all pursuit. Will you come sensibly, or shall I carry you? You are _mine_!"
Ruth"s peculiar education had not vitiated the primitive senses; they were always on guard; and in a moment such as this they rushed instantly to the surface. Danger, the most terrible she had ever faced, was substantially in this room. She must kill this man, or kill herself. She knew it. No tricks would serve. There would be no mercy in this man. Any natural fineness would be numbed by drink.
To-morrow he might be sorry; but to-day, this hour!
She rose, not quickly, but with a dignity which only accentuated her beauty.
"And you ran away with a weakling! You denied me for a puppet!"
"My lawful husband."
"Ah, yes, yes; lawful husbands in these parts are those who can take and hold.... As I shall take and hold." The Wastrel advanced.