Three of them had been drinking. They were badly frightened; they were sullen; nevertheless, in the end, under old Tichel"s fist, one of them said he had found a quart bottle, filled with whiskey, in his bunk the night before.... Tichel accused him of stealing it; the man stuck to his tale and could not be shaken.
The men could not come at the stores through the cabin; there was always an officer about the deck or below. Tichel thought they might have cut through from the after "tween decks, and the stores were shifted in an effort to find such a secret entrance to the captain"s stores. But none was found; there was no way....
Three days later, there was whiskey forward again. Found, as before, in a bunk.... Two men drunk, rope"s endings at the rail.... But no solution to the mystery.
Two days after that, the same thing; four days later, a repet.i.tion. And so on, at intervals of days, for a month on end. The whiskey dribbled forward a quart at a time; the men drank it.... And never a trace to the manner of the theft.
In the end, Roy Kilcup found a bottle in his bunk, and drank the bulk of it himself, so that he was deathly sick and like to die. Faith, tormented beyond endurance, looking everywhere for help, chose at last to appeal to Brander.
Brander had the deck, that day. Willis c.o.x and Tichel were sleeping....
Dan"l was in the main cabin, alone; Noll in the after cabin, stupid with drink. Roy had been sick all the night before, with Willis c.o.x and Tichel working over him, counting the pounding heart-beats, wetting the boy"s head, working the poison out of him. Roy was forward, in his bunk, now, still sodden.
Faith came from the after cabin, pa.s.sed Dan"l and went up on deck.
Something purposeful in her face caught Dan"l"s attention; and he went to the foot of the cabin companion and listened. He heard her call softly:
"Mr. Brander."
Dan"l thought he knew where Brander would be. In the waist of the _Sally_, no doubt. There was a man at the wheel. Faith did not wish this man to hear what she had to say. So she met Brander just forward of the cabin skylight by the boathouse; and Dan"l, straining his ears, could hear.
Faith said: "Mr. Brander, I"m going to ask you to help me."
Brander told her: "I"d like to. What is it you want done?"
"It"s--Roy. I"m desperately worried, Mr. Brander."
"He"s all right, Mr. c.o.x tells me. He"ll be well enough in a few hours...."
"It"s not just--this drunkenness, Mr. Brander. It"s--more. My brother"s.... He is in my charge, in a way. Father bade me take care of him. And he"s--taking the wrong path."
Brander said quietly: "Yes."
Dan"l looked toward the after cabin, thought of bringing Noll to hear.... But there was no harm in this that they were saying; no harm.... Rather, good.... He listened; and Faith said steadily:
"My husband is not--not the man he was, Mr. Brander. Mr. Tobey.... I can"t trust him. I"ve got to come to you...."
Dan"l decided, desperately, to bring Noll and risk it, trust to his luck and to his tongue to twist their words.... He went softly across to the after cabin and shook Noll"s shoulder; and when the captain opened his eyes, Dan"l whispered:
"Come, Noll Wing. You"ve got to hear this...."
Noll sat up stupidly. "What? Hear what?... What"s that you say?"
Dan"l said: "Faith and Brander are together, on deck, whispering...." He banged his clenched fist into his open hand. "By G.o.d, sir.... I"ve grown up with Faith; I like her.... But I can"t stand by and see them do this to you...."
"What are they about?" Noll asked, his face flushing. He was on his feet. Dan"l gripped his arm....
"I heard her promise him you would soon be gone, sir.... That you were sick.... That you...."
Noll strode into the cabin; Dan"l whispered: "Quiet! Come...." He led him to the foot of the companion-stair, bade him listen.
And it was then the malicious G.o.ds played into Dan"l"s evil hands; for as they listened, Faith was saying.... "Try to make him like you.... But be careful. He doesn"t, now.... If he guessed...."
Brander said something which they could not hear; a single word; and Faith cried:
"You can. You"re a man. He can"t help admiring you in the end. I--" She hesitated, said helplessly: "I"m putting myself into your hands...."
Dan"l had wit to seize his fortune; he cried out: "By G.o.d, sir...."
But there was no need of spur to Noll Wing now. The captain had reached the deck with a single rush, Dan"l at his heels.... Faith and Brander sprang apart before their eyes; and because the innocent have always the appearance of the guilty, there was guilt in every line of these two now.
Noll Wing, confronting them, had in that moment the stature of a man; he was erect and strong, his eyes were level and cold. He looked from Faith to Brander, and he said:
"Brander, be gone. Faith, come below."
Brander took a step forward. Faith said quickly to him: "No." And she smiled at him as he halted in obedience.
Then she turned to her husband, pa.s.sed him, went down into the cabin.
And Noll, with a last glance at Brander, descended on her heels.
Dan"l, left facing the fourth mate, grinned triumphantly; and for an instant he saw death in Brander"s eyes, so that his mirth was frozen....
Then Brander turned away.
XXIV
Faith went down into the main cabin, crossed and entered the cabin across the stern, turned there to await her husband. He followed her slowly; he came in, and shut the door behind him. The man was controlling himself; nevertheless, he thrust this door shut with a force that shook the thin part.i.tion between the cabins.... And he snapped the bolt that held it closed.
Then he turned and looked at Faith. There was a furious strength in his countenance at that moment; but it was like the strength of a maniac.
His lips twitched tensely; his eyes moved like the eyes of a man who is dizzy from too much turning on his own heels.... They jerked away from Faith, returned to her, jerked away again.... All without any movement of Noll"s head. And as the man"s eyes wavered and wrenched back to her thus, the pupils contracted and narrowed in an effort to focus upon her.
For the rest, he was flushed, brick red.... His whole face seemed to swell.
He was inhuman; there was an ape-like and animal fury in the man as he looked at his wife....
Abruptly, he jerked up his hands and pressed them against his face and turned away; it was as though he thrust himself away with this pressure of his hands. He turned his back on her, and went to his desk, and unlocked a drawer. Faith knew the drawer; she was not surprised when he drew out of it a revolver.
Bending over the desk, with this weapon in his hand, Noll Wing made sure every chamber was loaded.... He paid her no attention. Faith watched him for an instant; then she turned to the bench that ran across the stern and picked up from it a bit of sewing, embroidery.... She sat down composedly on the bench, crossed her knees in the comfortable att.i.tude of relaxation which women like to a.s.sume. One foot rested on the floor; the other swayed back and forth, as though beating time, a few inches above the floor. It is impossible for the average man to cross his knees in this fashion, just as it is impossible for a woman to throw a ball.
Sitting thus, Faith began to sew. She was outlining the petal of an embroidered flower; and she gave this work her whole attention.
She did not look up at Noll. The man finished his examination of the weapon; he turned it in his hand; he lifted it and leveled it at Faith.
Still Faith did not look up; she seemed completely unconcerned. Noll said harshly:
"Faith!"
She looked up then, met his eyes fairly, smiled a little. "What is it, Noll?"
"I"m going to kill you," he said, with stiff lips.