Once she heard Brander answer him, from somewhere amidships. Again she caught the murmur of Dan"l Tobey"s tones....
Brander was her love; but Noll.... Noll was her husband, she his wife.
And Faith pa.s.sed her hand across her eyes as though to wipe away these visions she had looked upon. Noll was her husband; her vows were his.
She was his, and would be.... Nothing he could do would make her less his; he was in her keeping, his life and hers could never take diverging paths. He was her charge, to strengthen, and guide, and support; his tasks were hers, his responsibilities were her responsibilities, his burdens must rest upon her shoulders....
But she did not deceive herself. Old Noll was dead, old Noll Wing who had mastered men for year on year. That Noll was dead; the Noll who lived was a weakling. But she was a part of the living Noll; and she was no weakling. So....
Her lips set faintly. Love Brander though she did, there was no place for him in her life. Her life was Noll; her life belonged to Noll. Noll was failing; his flesh might live, but his soul was dead and his strength was gone. His tasks fell upon her.
Quite simply, in that moment, Faith promised herself that whatever happened, the _Sally Sims_ should come safe home again; that no man should ever say Noll Wing had failed in the end; that no man should ever make a jest of Noll"s old renown. And if Noll could not manage these things for himself, she would....
She began, suddenly, to cry; she locked herself in her cabin and wept bitterly for hours.... But afterward, bathing her eyes, freshening herself to meet Noll"s eyes, she looked into the mirror, and smiled and lifted her head. "You can do it, Faith," she told herself. "You can do it, full as well as he."
And then, more seriously: "You must, Faith Wing. You must bring the _Sally_ home."
When she stepped out into the after cabin, she saw the revolver still on the floor where Noll had left it. She picked it up to return it to its proper drawer....
But on second thought, she changed her mind, and took it and hid it in her bunk.
XXV
A curious lull settled down upon the _Sally Sims_ during the days after Noll"s open accusation of Faith, and his collapse before her steady courage. There was an apathy in the air; they saw few whales, lowered for them without zeal, missed more than one that should have been killed.... There was a silence upon the ship, like the hush of listening men who wait to hear an expected call. This paralysis gripped every soul aboard--save Noll Wing alone.
Noll, in those last days, stalked his deck like a parody of the man he once had been. Faith had put a fict.i.tious courage in the man; he thought himself once more the master, as in the past. His heels pounded the planks; his head was high; his voice roared.... But there was a tremor in his stride; there was a trembling about the poise of him; there was a cracking quaver in his voice. He was like a child who plays at being a man.... They humored him; the men and the mates seemed to enter into a conspiracy to humor him. They leaped to his bidding; they shrank from his curses as though desperate with fear.... And Noll was so delighted with all this that he was perpetually good-natured, jovial....
He was, of course, drinking heavily and steadily; but the drink seemed to hearten him and give him strength. Certainly it made him lenient; for on three occasions when the men found a bottle, forward, and befuddled themselves with it, Noll only laughed as though at a capital jest. Noll laughed.... But Faith wondered and was distressed and watched to see how the liquor was being stolen. She was disturbed and alarmed; but Noll laughed at her fears.
"A little of it never hurt a man," he told her boastfully. "Look at me, to see that. Let be, Faith. Let be."
When she protested, he overrode her; and to show his own certainty of himself, he did a thing that Noll sober would never have done. He had the rum drawn from the barrel in his storeroom and served out to the men, a ration daily.... It amused him to see the men half fuddled with it. He forced it on them; and once, while Faith watched hopelessly, he commanded a hulking Cape Verder--the biggest man in the fo"c"s"le--to drink a bout with him. They took gla.s.s for gla.s.s, till the other was helpless as a log; and Noll vaunted his own prowess in the matter.
Dan"l Tobey contented himself with the progress of these matters; he no longer stuck a finger in the pie. Noll was going; that was plain to any seeing eye. The captain grew weaker every day; his skin yellowed and parched, and the lower lids of his eyes sagged down and revealed the flaming red of their inner surface. These sagging lower lids made crescent-shaped pockets which were forever filled with rheumy fluid....
Noll was an ugly thing; and his perpetual mirth, his cackling laughter were the more horrible.... He was a laughing corpse; dissolution was upon him. But he kept himself so steeped with alcohol he did not feel its pangs.
Faith could do nothing; Brander could do nothing. Between these two, no further word had pa.s.sed. But there was no need. Meeting face to face on deck, the day after Noll surprised them, their eyes met in a long and steady glance.... Their eyes met and spoke; and after that there was no need of words between them. There was a pledging of vows in that glance; there was also a renunciation. Both saw, both understood.... Faith thought she knew Brander to the depths....
Neither, in that moment, knew that Dan"l Tobey was at hand; but the mate had seen, and he had understood. He saw, slipped away, held his peace, considered.
Brander was fighting for Roy, to fulfill his pledge to Faith. He had set himself to win the boy"s confidence and esteem; he applied himself to this with all the strength there was in him. Yet he was careful; he did not force the issue; he did not hara.s.s Roy with his attentions.... He held off, let Roy see for himself, think.... There were days when he thought he made some progress; there were days when he thought the effort was a hopeless one. Nevertheless, he persisted....
Noll Wing"s good will, in those days, extended even to Brander. He offered Brander a drink one day.... Brander refused, and Noll insisted.... And was still refused. Noll said hotly, querulously:
"Come, Brander.... Don"t be stiff, man. It will warm you, do you good.... You"re needing warming. You"re over cold and calm."
Brander shook his head, smiling. "Thanks; no, sir."
"d.a.m.n it, man," Noll complained. "Are you too proud to drink with the skipper?"
Brander refused again; and Noll"s brows gathered suspiciously. "Why not?"
"My wish, sir,"
"Ye"ve a grudge against me. I remember.... You stick with Mauger...."
"No, sir."
Noll flung out his hand. "Be off. Your sour face is too ugly for me to look at. Mauger"s none so particular.... He"ll drink with me."
It was true; Mauger had more than once accepted drink from Noll. Noll, at these times, watched the one-eyed man furtively, almost appealingly.
It was as though he sought to placate him and make a friend of him.
Mauger had a weak head; he was not one to stand much liquor. It dizzied him; and this amused Noll.... This day, after Brander had refused him, Noll sent for Mauger and made the one-eyed man tipsy, and laughed at the jest of it.
Then, one day, this state of affairs came abruptly to an end. Noll went down into the storeroom to fill his bottle; and the spigot on the whiskey barrel gasped and failed. The whiskey was gone.
Now Noll had given of the rum to the crew; he had exhausted that. But the whiskey he kept jealously. He knew there should be more.... Much more than this.... Gallons, at the least.... He turned the handle of the spigot again, tipped the barrel, unable to understand.... His bottle was half full.... But no more came....
He frowned, puzzled his heavy head, tried to understand.... He came stumbling up out of the storeroom at last, with the half-filled bottle in his hand.... And the man"s face was white. He sought Faith, held the bottle out to her.
"I say ..." he stammered. "It"s gone.... Gone, by G.o.d...."
Faith asked sharply: "What is it, Noll?"
"The whiskey"s gone."
Faith cried: "Thank G.o.d!"
He stared at her thickly. "Eh? You had a hand in it.... You"ve stole it away...."
"No."
He looked at her and knew she spoke the truth. He shook his head....
"Some hound ..." he whispered. "They"ve stole it...."
She questioned him; he had the shrewdness which occasionally characterizes the alcoholic. He had kept some count of the whiskey used during the cruise; he had himself handled the barrel two weeks before.
It was then a quarter full. The thefts that had appeared in the fo"c"s"le could not account for the rest. There was still a considerable amount that had been stolen, that had not yet appeared. "It"s aboard here, by G.o.d," he swore at last. "They"ve got it hid away. You, Faith...."
She shook her head. He said placatingly: "No, you"d not do that trick.
Not rob an old man.... I"ve got to have it, Faith...." His eyes suddenly flickered with panic. "It"s life, Faith. Life. I"ve got to have it, I say...."
He was right, she knew. There must still be a hidden store of the liquor aboard the _Sally_.... To be doled out to the men by the thief in his own good time.... And Faith knew enough of such matters to understand that Noll, without the ration of alcohol to which he was accustomed, would suffer torment, would be like a madman.... The stuff must be found....
Noll was already trembling at the prospect of deprivation; he hugged to his breast the scant store that remained to him.... And of a sudden, as though afraid even this would be stolen, he tipped the bottle to his lips. He gulped greedily.... Before Faith could interfere, the last of it was gone....
That fierce draught put some strength and courage back into him; he stamped his feet. "I"ll make them give it up, by G.o.d," he swore.
"Watch...."