Willis had worked his boat toward an island northeast of the position where he lost the _Sally_; Dan"l Tobey had guessed what Willis would do, and had persuaded Noll to cruise that way. When they picked up the half dead men, Noll decided to touch at the island for food and fresh water; and they raised it in mid-morning of the second day.
They had seen other lands since the cruise began. But these other lands had been rocky and inhospitable.... The harsh tops, for the most part, of mountains that rose from the sea"s depths to break the surface of the sea. Men dwelt on them, clinging like goats in the crannies of the rocks.... But they were not inviting. This island was different. When Faith, coming on deck at the cry, saw it blue-green against the horizon, she caught her breath at the beauty of it; and while the _Sally_ worked closer, she watched with wide eyes and leaping pulses. She felt, vaguely, that it was the portal of a new world; it was lovely, inviting, pleasant.... She was suddenly sick of the harsh salt of the sea, sick of the stinking ship.... She wanted soft earth beneath her feet, trees above her head, flowers within reach of her hand....
This island was fair and smiling; it seemed to promise her all the things she most desired.... She sought Noll Wing.
"Are you going ash.o.r.e, Noll?" she asked.
He was in one of his slothful moods, half asleep in the after cabin; and he shook his great head. "No.... Mates will get what we need. We"ll be away by night."
She hesitated. "I--want to go ash.o.r.e," she said. "Won"t you go with me?"
"You can go," he agreed, readily enough. "n.o.body there but some n.i.g.g.e.rs--and maybe a few whites, on the beach. Nothing to see...."
"There"s land," she told him, smiling. "And trees, and flowers.... Do come."
"You go along. I"m--tired, to-day."
"I"d like it so much more if you came with me."
He frowned at her, impatient at her insistence. "Stop the talk," he told her harshly. "I"m not going. Go if you want to. But be still about it, let a man rest.... I"m tired, Faith.... I"m getting old...."
"You ought to look after getting the stuff for the ship," she reminded him. "After all--you are responsible for her...."
"Mr. Ham will do that, better than me," he said. "Go along."
She went out, reluctantly, and sought the mate. His boat and James Tichel"s were to go ash.o.r.e, leaving Dan"l in charge of the ship. He grinned cheerfully at Faith"s request, and bade his men rig a stool to lower her into the boat. Faith protested, laughingly. "I can jump down, as well as a man," she said; and he nodded a.s.sent and forgot her.
She was in his boat when they put off presently; she sat astern, while Mr. Ham stood above her, his legs spread to steady himself against the movement of the boat, his weight on the long steering oar that he always preferred to the tiller. The _Sally_ had dropped anchor a mile off sh.o.r.e, and canoes were already spinning out to her. The island spread before them, green and sparkling in the sun; and the white beach shone like silver.... It was more than a coral island; there were two hills, a mile or so inland; and the white-washed huts of a considerable village shone against the trees. The canoes met them, whirled about them; the black folk shouted and clamored and stared.... Mr. Ham waved to them, talked to them in a queer and outlandish mixture of tongues, bade them go on to the _Sally_.... "Mr. Tobey"ll buy what they"ve got," he told Faith, as the whaleboat drove ahead for the sh.o.r.e.
James Tichel"s boat was well astern of them, dragging a raft of floating casks which would be filled with water and towed out to the _Sally_. He was still far from sh.o.r.e when they drove up on the beach; and the men jumped out into the shallow water and dragged the boat higher, so that Faith, picking her way over the thwarts, could step ash.o.r.e dry shod from the bow. Her feet left scarce a mark upon the hard, white sand.
Mr. Ham said to her: "You come up to the trees; you can be cool there while we"re at our business."
But Faith shook her head. "I"m going to take a walk," she said. "I want to get into the woods. How long will you be here?"
He hesitated dubiously. "Guess it"s all right if you do," he decided.
"The n.i.g.g.e.rs are friendly.... Most of "em talk English, in a way. Go ahead."
"How long have I?" Faith asked again. He said they would be ash.o.r.e an hour, perhaps more. "No matter, anyway," he told her. "Stay long as you like. Do you want I should send a man with you?"
Faith told him she was not afraid; he grinned. She turned southward along the beach, away from the huddled village. The smooth sand was so firm it jarred her feet, and she moved up into the shade of the trees, and followed them for a s.p.a.ce, eyes probing into the tangle beyond them, lips smiling, every sense drinking in the smells of the land.... When she came, presently, to a well-marked path that led into the jungle-like undergrowth, she hesitated, then turned in.
Within twenty steps, the trees closed about her, shutting away all sight of the sea. For a little longer she could hear the long rollers pounding on the beach; then that sound, too, became indistinct and dim.... It was drowned in the thousand tiny noises of the brush about her.
Bird-notes, crackling of twigs, stirring of furry things. Once a little creature of a sort she had never seen before, yet not unlike the familiar and universal rabbit, hopped out of her path in a flurry of excitement.
She heard, presently, another sound ahead of her; a sound of running, falling water; and when she pressed on eagerly, she came out upon the bank of a clear stream that dropped in bright cascades from one deep, cool pool to another. She guessed this stream must come down between the hills she had seen from the ship.... It was all the things she had unwittingly longed for during the months aboard the _Sally_. It was cool, and clear, and gay, and chuckling; the sea was always so turbulent and harsh. She followed the path that ran up the northern bank of the stream, and each new pool seemed more inviting than the last.... She wanted to wade into them, to feel the water on her shoulders and her throat and her arms.... Her smooth skin had revolted endlessly against the bite of the salt water in which she bathed aboard the _Sally_; it yearned for this cool, crystal flood....
She put aside this desire. The path she was following was a well-beaten trail. People must use it. They might come this way at any time.... She wished, wistfully, that she might be sure no one would come.... And so wishing, she pressed on, each new pool among the rocks wooing her afresh, and urging her to its cool embrace....
She heard, in the wood ahead of her, an increasing clamor of falling water, and guessed there might be a cascade there of larger proportions than she had yet seen. The path left the stream for a little, winding to round a tangle of thicker underbrush; and she hurried around this tangle, her eyes hungry to see the tumbling water she could hear....
Hurrying thus, she came out suddenly upon the lip of the pool.... Broad, and dark, and deep; its upper end walled by a sheet of plunging water that fell in a mirror-like veil and churned the pool to misty foam. Her eyes drank deep; they swung around the pool.... And then, she caught her breath, and shrank back a little, and pressed her hand to her throat....
Upon a rock, not fifty feet from her, his back half turned as he poised to dive, there stood a man. A white man, for all the skin of his whole body was golden-brown from long exposure to the open air.... He poised there like some wood G.o.d.... Faith had a strange feeling that she had blundered into a secret temple of the woods; that this was the temple"s deity. She smiled faintly at her own fancy; smiled....
G.o.d has made nothing more beautiful than the human body, whether it be man"s or woman"s. Faith thought, in the instant that she watched, that this bronzed man of the woods was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.... She had no sense of shame in watching him; she had only joy in the sheer beauty of him, golden-brown against the green. And when, even as she first saw him, he leaped and swung, smooth and straight, high through the air, and turned with arms like arrows to pierce the bosom of the pool, she gasped a little, as one gasps on coming suddenly out upon a mountain top, with the world outspread below.... Then he was gone, with scarce a sound.... She saw for an instant the golden flash of him in the pool"s depths....
His brown head broke the water, far across the way.... And he shook back his hair, and pa.s.sed his hands across his face to clear his eyes.... His eyes opened....
His eyes opened, and he saw her standing there....
There were seconds on end that they remained thus, each held by the other"s gaze. Faith could not, for her life, have stirred. The spell of the place was upon her. The man, for all his astonishment, was the first to find his tongue. He called softly across the water:
"Good morning, woman...."
His voice was so gentle, and at the same time so gay, that Faith was not alarmed. She smiled....
"It"s after noon," she said. "Good afternoon--man!"
VIII
When Faith answered him, the man"s face broke in smiles; he told her laughingly: "If you"re so familiar with the habits of the sun, you must be a real woman, and not a dream at all.... I"m awake.... I am, am I not?"
"I should think you would be," said Faith. "That water must be cold enough to wake any one...."
He shook his head. "No, indeed. Just pleasantly cool. Dip your hand in it...."
Something led her to obey him; she bent by the pool"s sandy brink and dabbled her fingers, while the man, a hundred feet away at the very foot of the waterfall, held his place with the effortless ease of an accustomed swimmer, and watched her. "Wasn"t I right?" he challenged.
She nodded. "It"s delicious...."
He said quickly: "You being here means that a ship is in, of course."
"Yes."
"What ship?"
"The _Sally Sims_--whaler...."
"The _Sally_! I know the _Sally_," the man cried. "Is Noll Wing still captain?..."
"Of course."
His eyes were thoughtful. "I"m in luck, woman," he said. "Listen. Will you do a thing for me?"