"Lucky for me he doesn"t carry a searchlight," Wolf La.r.s.en said.
"What if I should cry out loudly?" I queried in a whisper.
"It would be all up," he answered. "But have you thought upon what would immediately happen?"
Before I had time to express any desire to know, he had me by the throat with his gorilla grip, and by a faint quiver of the muscles-a hint, as it were-he suggested to me the twist that would surely have broken my neck. The next moment he had released me and we were gazing at the Macedonia"s lights.
"What if I should cry out?" Maud asked.
"I like you too well to hurt you," he said softly-nay, there was a tenderness and a caress in his voice that made me wince.
"But don"t do it, just the same, for I"d promptly break Mr. Van Weyden"s neck."
"Then she has my permission to cry out," I said defiantly.
"I hardly think you"ll care to sacrifice the Dean of American Letters the Second," he sneered.
We spoke no more, though we had become too used to one another for the silence to be awkward; and when the red light and the white had disappeared we returned to the cabin to finish the interrupted supper.
Again they fell to quoting, and Maud gave Dowson"s "Impenitentia Ultima." She rendered it beautifully, but I watched not her, but Wolf La.r.s.en. I was fascinated by the fascinated look he bent upon Maud. He was quite out of himself, and I noticed the unconscious movement of his lips as he shaped word for word as fast as she uttered them. He interrupted her when she gave the lines:
"And her eyes should be my light while the sun went out behind me, And the viols in her voice be the last sound in my ear."
"There are viols in your voice," he said bluntly, and his eyes flashed their golden light.
I could have shouted with joy at her control. She finished the concluding stanza without faltering and then slowly guided the conversation into less perilous channels. And all the while I sat in a half-daze, the drunken riot of the steerage breaking through the bulkhead, the man I feared and the woman I loved talking on and on. The table was not cleared. The man who had taken Mugridge"s place had evidently joined his comrades in the forecastle.
If ever Wolf La.r.s.en attained the summit of living, he attained it then. From time to time I forsook my own thoughts to follow him, and I followed in amaze, mastered for the moment by his remarkable intellect, under the spell of his pa.s.sion, for he was preaching the pa.s.sion of revolt. It was inevitable that Milton"s Lucifer should be instanced, and the keenness with which Wolf La.r.s.en a.n.a.lysed and depicted the character was a revelation of his stifled genius. It reminded me of Taine, yet I knew the man had never heard of that brilliant though dangerous thinker.
"He led a lost cause, and he was not afraid of G.o.d"s thunderbolts," Wolf La.r.s.en was saying. "Hurled into h.e.l.l, he was unbeaten. A third of G.o.d"s angels he had led with him, and straightway he incited man to rebel against G.o.d, and gained for himself and h.e.l.l the major portion of all the generations of man. Why was he beaten out of heaven? Because he was less brave than G.o.d? less proud? less aspiring? No! A thousand times no! G.o.d was more powerful, as he said, Whom thunder hath made greater. But Lucifer was a free spirit. To serve was to suffocate. He preferred suffering in freedom to all the happiness of a comfortable servility. He did not care to serve G.o.d. He cared to serve nothing. He was no figure-head. He stood on his own legs. He was an individual."
"The first Anarchist," Maud laughed, rising and preparing to withdraw to her state-room.
"Then it is good to be an anarchist!" he cried. He, too, had risen, and he stood facing her, where she had paused at the door of her room, as he went on:
""Here at least We shall be free; the Almighty hath not built Here for his envy; will not drive us hence; Here we may reign secure; and in my choice To reign is worth ambition, though in h.e.l.l: Better to reign in h.e.l.l than serve in heaven."
It was the defiant cry of a mighty spirit. The cabin still rang with his voice, as he stood there, swaying, his bronzed face shining, his head up and dominant, and his eyes, golden and masculine, intensely masculine and insistently soft, flashing upon Maud at the door.
Again that unnamable and unmistakable terror was in her eyes, and she said, almost in a whisper, "You are Lucifer."
The door closed and she was gone. He stood staring after her for a minute, then returned to himself and to me.
"I"ll relieve Louis at the wheel," he said shortly, "and call upon you to relieve at midnight. Better turn in now and get some sleep."
He pulled on a pair of mittens, put on his cap, and ascended the companion-stairs, while I followed his suggestion by going to bed. For some unknown reason, prompted mysteriously, I did not undress, but lay down fully clothed. For a time I listened to the clamour in the steerage and marvelled upon the love which had come to me; but my sleep on the Ghost had become most healthful and natural, and soon the songs and cries died away, my eyes closed, and my consciousness sank down into the half-death of slumber.
I knew not what had aroused me, but I found myself out of my bunk, on my feet, wide awake, my soul vibrating to the warning of danger as it might have thrilled to a trumpet call. I threw open the door. The cabin light was burning low. I saw Maud, my Maud, straining and struggling and crushed in the embrace of Wolf La.r.s.en"s arms. I could see the vain beat and flutter of her as she strove, pressing her face against his breast, to escape from him. All this I saw on the very instant of seeing and as I sprang forward.
I struck him with my fist, on the face, as he raised his head, but it was a puny blow. He roared in a ferocious, animal-like way, and gave me a shove with his hand. It was only a shove, a flirt of the wrist, yet so tremendous was his strength that I was hurled backward as from a catapult. I struck the door of the state-room which had formerly been Mugridge"s, splintering and smashing the panels with the impact of my body. I struggled to my feet, with difficulty dragging myself clear of the wrecked door, unaware of any hurt whatever. I was conscious only of an overmastering rage. I think I, too, cried aloud, as I drew the knife at my hip and sprang forward a second time.
But something had happened. They were reeling apart. I was close upon him, my knife uplifted, but I withheld the blow. I was puzzled by the strangeness of it. Maud was leaning against the wall, one hand out for support; but he was staggering, his left hand pressed against his forehead and covering his eyes, and with the right he was groping about him in a dazed sort of way. It struck against the wall, and his body seemed to express a muscular and physical relief at the contact, as though he had found his bearings, his location in s.p.a.ce as well as something against which to lean.
Then I saw red again. All my wrongs and humiliations flashed upon me with a dazzling brightness, all that I had suffered and others had suffered at his hands, all the enormity of the man"s very existence. I sprang upon him, blindly, insanely, and drove the knife into his shoulder. I knew, then, that it was no more than a flesh wound,-I had felt the steel grate on his shoulder-blade,-and I raised the knife to strike at a more vital part.
But Maud had seen my first blow, and she cried, "Don"t! Please don"t!"
I dropped my arm for a moment, and a moment only. Again the knife was raised, and Wolf La.r.s.en would have surely died had she not stepped between. Her arms were around me, her hair was brushing my face. My pulse rushed up in an unwonted manner, yet my rage mounted with it. She looked me bravely in the eyes.
"For my sake," she begged.
"I would kill him for your sake!" I cried, trying to free my arm without hurting her.
"Hush!" she said, and laid her fingers lightly on my lips. I could have kissed them, had I dared, even then, in my rage, the touch of them was so sweet, so very sweet. "Please, please," she pleaded, and she disarmed me by the words, as I was to discover they would ever disarm me.
I stepped back, separating from her, and replaced the knife in its sheath. I looked at Wolf La.r.s.en. He still pressed his left hand against his forehead. It covered his eyes. His head was bowed. He seemed to have grown limp. His body was sagging at the hips, his great shoulders were drooping and shrinking forward.
"Van, Weyden!" he called hoa.r.s.ely, and with a note of fright in his voice. "Oh, Van Weyden! where are you?"
I looked at Maud. She did not speak, but nodded her head.
"Here I am," I answered, stepping to his side. "What is the matter?"
"Help me to a seat," he said, in the same hoa.r.s.e, frightened voice.
"I am a sick man; a very sick man, Hump," he said, as he left my sustaining grip and sank into a chair.
His head dropped forward on the table and was buried in his hands. From time to time it rocked back and forward as with pain. Once, when he half raised it, I saw the sweat standing in heavy drops on his forehead about the roots of his hair.
"I am a sick man, a very sick man," he repeated again, and yet once again.
"What is the matter?" I asked, resting my hand on his shoulder. "What can I do for you?"
But he shook my hand off with an irritated movement, and for a long time I stood by his side in silence. Maud was looking on, her face awed and frightened. What had happened to him we could not imagine.
"Hump," he said at last, "I must get into my bunk. Lend me a hand. I"ll be all right in a little while. It"s those d.a.m.n headaches, I believe. I was afraid of them. I had a feeling-no, I don"t know what I"m talking about. Help me into my bunk."
But when I got him into his bunk he again buried his face in his hands, covering his eyes, and as I turned to go I could hear him murmuring, "I am a sick man, a very sick man."
Maud looked at me inquiringly as I emerged. I shook my head, saying:
"Something has happened to him. What, I don"t know. He is helpless, and frightened, I imagine, for the first time in his life. It must have occurred before he received the knife-thrust, which made only a superficial wound. You must have seen what happened."
She shook her head. "I saw nothing. It is just as mysterious to me. He suddenly released me and staggered away. But what shall we do? What shall I do?"
"If you will wait, please, until I come back," I answered.
I went on deck. Louis was at the wheel.