"So matters were till we came past an island to the north of here, forty or fifty miles. We made that island at dusk, and worked nearer it after darkness had fallen. It came on cloudy and dark....
"I met Trant on the deck; and I said to him: "Do we go ash.o.r.e here?" He grinned at me with his teeth and bade me wait till morning and see. And that was enough for me. I knew what was coming. I thought I would hurry it a little; but luck hurried it for me, in a way that worked out very well.
"This lead-footed man was at the wheel. When the anchor went down, he started forward and brushed against Trant. Trant may have meant it to be so. Anyway, Trant knocked the lead-foot flying, and went after him with the boot, jumping, as lumbermen do. There happened to be a belaying pin handy. So I took it and cracked Trant, and he dropped in mid-leap....
Then Marks jumped me; and I managed to wriggle out from under him, and he fell and banged his head. And he lay still; but Trant was up, by then, and at me.
"The lead-footed man was yelling in my ear. I told him to go overboard and swim for it; and he did. And just then Trant got in the way of the belaying pin again, and this time he did not seem to want to get up.
"There was some confusion, you understand. I did not stay to straighten things out. I went over, after Lead-Foot.... He could swim like a porpoise. He was ahead of me, but half way in he met a shark, and came clamoring back to me to be saved. So I got out of his way for fear he would drag us both under, and then I kicked at the shark, and it went about its business, and we swam on.... They were too busy sluicing the Old Man and Trant to come after us in a boat.... They could have knocked us in the head with an oar.... But they didn"t....
"However, Lead-Foot took the shark so seriously that he swam too fast.
Or something of the sort.... Anyway, he keeled when we touched sand, and I felt him and found that he was dead with heart failure or the like. I didn"t stop to work over him. I could hear Trant bellowing. He had come to life; and a boat was racing after me.
"So I went into the bush and stayed there till the _Thomas Morgan_ took herself off. After that, not liking the island, which was low and marshy, I borrowed a native canoe and came over here.... And I"ve been here, since."
They were within sound of the rollers on the beach when he finished.
Faith was silent for a little; then she asked: "Were there other white men here? Why didn"t you stay at the village?"
"There was too much society there," said Brander, grinning amiably. "I"m a solitary man, by nature. So I went up into the hills. Besides, I could watch for ships, there.... I"d no notion of staying here indefinitely, you understand...."
Faith was filling out the gaps in his narrative from her own understanding of the life aboard a whaler. She could guess what Brander must have endured; she thought he had done well to come through it and still smile.... She thought he was a man....
They could see the surf, through the thinning bush, when he said: "You haven"t told me how you happen to be aboard the _Sally Sims_...."
Faith had almost forgotten, herself. She remembered, and something like a chill of sorrow struck down upon her. But: "I am Noll Wing"s wife,"
she said.
They came out, abruptly, into the white glare of the beach, Mr. Ham"s boat was drawn up, a quarter-mile away. Brander looked toward it, looked at Faith.
"Ah," he said quietly. "Then yonder is your husband"s boat, waiting....
Noll Wing is an able skipper...."
Faith said nothing. They went on, side by side, toward Mr. Ham.
IX
When Mr. Ham, waiting by the boat with his men, saw Faith coming and saw the stranger at her side, he came to meet them. His bearing was inclined to truculence. Faith was ash.o.r.e here in his charge; if this man had disturbed her....
Faith rea.s.sured him. "I"ve a hand for you, Mr. Ham," she called. "You need men."
Mr. Ham stopped, ten paces from them, with legs spread wide. He looked from Faith to Brander. Brander smiled in a friendly way. "Can you use me?" he asked. "I know the work."
Mr. Ham frowned thoughtfully. "What"s this, ma"am?" he asked Faith.
"Who"s that man?"
Faith said quietly: "Ask him. I believe he wants to ship. I told him we were short."
The mate looked to Brander. His att.i.tude toward Faith had been deferential; toward Brander he a.s.sumed unconsciously the terrorizing frown which he was accustomed to turn upon the men. "What do you want?"
he challenged.
Brander said pleasantly: "To ship with you."
"What are you doing here?"
"I was third mate on the _Thomas Morgan_," said Brander.
"Cap"n Marks?" Mr. Ham asked.
"Yes."
"We"ve no use for any o" Marks"s mates aboard the _Sally_."
Brander smiled. "I wasn"t thinking of shipping as mate. Can you use a hand?"
"Where"s the _Thomas Morgan_?"
"On th" Solander Grounds, likely."
"How come you"re not with her?"
"I left them, hereabouts."
"Left them?"
"Yes."
"They"ve not the name of letting men go."
"They had no choice. They were--otherwise engaged when I took my leave."
"That"s a slovenly ship," said Mr. Ham.
"One reason why I"m not on her now."
The mate frowned. "I"m not saying it"s not in your favor that you got away from them.... And we do need men." He added hastily: "Men; not officers."
"That suits me."
Mr. Ham looked around. Faith stood a little at one side, listening quietly. The _Sally_ rocked on the swells outside.... "Well, come aboard," said the mate. "See what the Old Man says."
Brander nodded. "Thanks, sir," he said. He adopted, easily and without abas.e.m.e.nt, the att.i.tude of a fo"mast hand toward the officer, and went ahead of the mate and Faith to stow his bundle in the boat. The other men waiting there questioned him; but they all fell silent as Mr. Ham and Faith came to where the boat waited.
Tichel had already taken the water casks out to the whaler. The men took the whaleboat and dragged it down to the water. When it was half afloat, Faith and the mate got in. The men shoved off, wading till the water was deep enough for them to clamber aboard and s.n.a.t.c.h their oars and push out through the rollers.... They worked desperately for a little, till they were clear of the turbulent waters of the beach; then settled to their work....