"Who can tell? That is as it may be. But it is always a privilege, even if one must live a little after being burnt."
Through the silence between them, Mr. Travers" voice came plainly, saying with irritation:
"I"ve told you already that I do not want you. I"ve sent a messenger to the governor of the Straits. Don"t be importunate."
Then Lingard, standing with his back to them, growled out something which must have exasperated Mr. Travers, because his voice was pitched higher:
"You are playing a dangerous game, I warn you. Sir John, as it happens, is a personal friend of mine. He will send a cruiser--" and Lingard interrupted recklessly loud:
"As long as she does not get here for the next ten days, I don"t care.
Cruisers are scarce just now in the Straits; and to turn my back on you is no hanging matter anyhow. I would risk that, and more! Do you hear?
And more!"
He stamped his foot heavily, Mr. Travers stepped back.
"You will gain nothing by trying to frighten me," he said. "I don"t know who you are."
Every eye in the yacht was wide open. The men, crowded upon each other, stared stupidly like a flock of sheep. Mr. Travers pulled out a handkerchief and pa.s.sed it over his forehead. The face of the sailing-master who leaned against the main mast--as near as he dared to approach the gentry--was shining and crimson between white whiskers, like a glowing coal between two patches of snow.
D"Alcacer whispered:
"It is a quarrel, and the picturesque man is angry. He is hurt."
Mrs. Travers" fan rested on her knees, and she sat still as if waiting to hear more.
"Do you think I ought to make an effort for peace?" asked d"Alcacer.
She did not answer, and after waiting a little, he insisted:
"What is your opinion? Shall I try to mediate--as a neutral, as a benevolent neutral? I like that man with the beard."
The interchange of angry phrases went on aloud, amidst general consternation.
"I would turn my back on you only I am thinking of these poor devils here," growled Lingard, furiously. "Did you ask them how they feel about it?"
"I ask no one," spluttered Mr. Travers. "Everybody here depends on my judgment."
"I am sorry for them then," p.r.o.nounced Lingard with sudden deliberation, and leaning forward with his arms crossed on his breast.
At this Mr. Travers positively jumped, and forgot himself so far as to shout:
"You are an impudent fellow. I have nothing more to say to you."
D"Alcacer, after muttering to himself, "This is getting serious," made a movement, and could not believe his ears when he heard Mrs. Travers say rapidly with a kind of fervour:
"Don"t go, pray; don"t stop them. Oh! This is truth--this is anger--something real at last."
D"Alcacer leaned back at once against the rail.
Then Mr. Travers, with one arm extended, repeated very loudly:
"Nothing more to say. Leave my ship at once!"
And directly the black dog, stretched at his wife"s feet, muzzle on paws and blinking yellow eyes, growled discontentedly at the noise. Mrs.
Travers laughed a faint, bright laugh, that seemed to escape, to glide, to dart between her white teeth. D"Alcacer, concealing his amazement, was looking down at her gravely: and after a slight gasp, she said with little bursts of merriment between every few words:
"No, but this is--such--such a fresh experience for me to hear--to see something--genuine and human. Ah! ah! one would think they had waited all their lives for this opportunity--ah! ah! ah! All their lives--for this! ah! ah! ah!"
These strange words struck d"Alcacer as perfectly just, as throwing an unexpected light. But after a smile, he said, seriously:
"This reality may go too far. A man who looks so picturesque is capable of anything. Allow me--" And he left her side, moving toward Lingard, loose-limbed and gaunt, yet having in his whole bearing, in his walk, in every leisurely movement, an air of distinction and ceremony.
Lingard spun round with aggressive mien to the light touch on his shoulder, but as soon as he took his eyes off Mr. Travers, his anger fell, seemed to sink without a sound at his feet like a rejected garment.
"Pardon me," said d"Alcacer, composedly. The slight wave of his hand was hardly more than an indication, the beginning of a conciliating gesture.
"Pardon me; but this is a matter requiring perfect confidence on both sides. Don Martin, here, who is a person of importance. . . ."
"I"ve spoken my mind plainly. I have said as much as I dare. On my word I have," declared Lingard with an air of good temper.
"Ah!" said d"Alcacer, reflectively, "then your reserve is a matter of pledged faith--of--of honour?"
Lingard also appeared thoughtful for a moment.
"You may put it that way. And I owe nothing to a man who couldn"t see my hand when I put it out to him as I came aboard."
"You have so much the advantage of us here," replied d"Alcacer, "that you may well be generous and forget that oversight; and then just a little more confidence. . . ."
"My dear d"Alcacer, you are absurd," broke in Mr. Travers, in a calm voice but with white lips. "I did not come out all this way to shake hands promiscuously and receive confidences from the first adventurer that comes along."
D"Alcacer stepped back with an almost imperceptible inclination of the head at Lingard, who stood for a moment with twitching face.
"I _am_ an adventurer," he burst out, "and if I hadn"t been an adventurer, I would have had to starve or work at home for such people as you. If I weren"t an adventurer, you would be most likely lying dead on this deck with your cut throat gaping at the sky."
Mr. Travers waved this speech away. But others also had heard. Carter listened watchfully and something, some alarming notion seemed to dawn all at once upon the thick little sailing-master, who rushed on his short legs, and tugging at Carter"s sleeve, stammered desperately:
"What"s he saying? Who"s he? What"s up? Are the natives unfriendly? My book says--"Natives friendly all along this coast!" My book says--"
Carter, who had glanced over the side, jerked his arm free.
"You go down into the pantry, where you belong, Skipper, and read that bit about the natives over again," he said to his superior officer, with savage contempt. "I"ll be hanged if some of them ain"t coming aboard now to eat you--book and all. Get out of the way, and let the gentlemen have the first chance of a row."
Then addressing Lingard, he drawled in his old way:
"That crazy mate of yours has sent your boat back, with a couple of visitors in her, too."
Before he apprehended plainly the meaning of these words, Lingard caught sight of two heads rising above the rail, the head of Ha.s.sim and the head of Immada. Then their bodies ascended into view as though these two beings had gradually emerged from the Shallows. They stood for a moment on the platform looking down on the deck as if about to step into the unknown, then descended and walking aft entered the half-light under the awning shading the luxurious surroundings, the complicated emotions of the, to them, inconceivable existences.
Lingard without waiting a moment cried: