Mir Jan"s answer was emphatic. He took off his turban and placed it on Anstruther"s feet.
"Sahib," he said, "I am your dog. If, some day, I am found worthy to be your faithful servant, then shall I know that Allah has pardoned my transgressions. I only killed a man because--"
"Peace, Mir Jan. Let him rest."
"Why is he worshiping you, Robert?" demanded Iris.
He told her.
"Really," she cried, "I must keep up my studies in Hindustani. It is quite too sweet."
And then, for the benefit of her father, she rattled off into a spirited account of her struggles with the algebraic x and the Urdu compound verb.
Sir Arthur Deane managed to repress a sigh. In spite of himself he could not help liking Anstruther. The man was magnetic, a hero, an ideal gentleman. No wonder his daughter was infatuated with him. Yet the future was dark and storm-tossed, full of sinister threats and complications. Iris did not know the wretched circ.u.mstances which had come to pa.s.s since they parted, and which had changed the whole aspect of his life. How could he tell her? Why should it be his miserable lot to s.n.a.t.c.h the cup of happiness from her lips? In that moment of silent agony he wished he were dead, for death alone could remove the burthen laid on him. Well, surely he might bask in the sunshine of her laughter for another day. No need to embitter her joyous heart until he was driven to it by dire necessity.
So he resolutely brushed aside the woe-begone phantom of care, and entered into the _abandon_ of the hour with a zest that delighted her. The dear girl imagined that Robert, her Robert, had made another speedy conquest, and Anstruther himself was much elated by the sudden change in Sir Arthur Deane"s demeanor.
They behaved like school children on a picnic. They roared over Iris"s troubles in the matter of divided skirts, too much divided to be at all pleasant. The shipowner tasted some of her sago bread, and vowed it was excellent. They unearthed two bottles of champagne, the last of the case, and promised each other a hearty toast at dinner. Nothing would content Iris but that they should draw a farewell bucketful of water from the well and drench the pitcher-plant with a torrential shower.
Robert carefully secured the pocket-books, money and other effects found on their dead companions. The baronet, of course, knew all the princ.i.p.al officers of the _Sirdar_. He surveyed these mournful relics with sorrowful interest.
"The _Sirdar_ was the crack ship of my fleet, and Captain Ross my most trusted commander," he said. "You may well imagine, Mr.
Anstruther, what a cruel blow it was to lose such a vessel, with all these people on board, and my only daughter amongst them. I wonder now that it did not kill me."
"She was a splendid sea-boat, sir. Although disabled, she fought gallantly against the typhoon. Nothing short of a reef would break her up."
"Ah, well," sighed the shipowner, "the few timbers you have shown me here are the remaining a.s.sets out of 300,000."
"Was she not insured?" inquired Robert.
"No; that is, I have recently adopted a scheme of mutual self-insurance, and the loss falls _pro rata_ on my other vessels."
The baronet glanced covertly at Iris. The words conveyed little meaning to her. Indeed, she broke in with a laugh--
"I am afraid I have heard you say, father dear, that some ships in the fleet paid you best when they ran ash.o.r.e."
"Yes, Iris. That often happened in the old days. It is different now.
Moreover, I have not told you the extent of my calamities. The _Sirdar_ was lost on March 18, though I did not know it for certain until this morning. But on March 25 the _Bahadur_ was sunk in the Mersey during a fog, and three days later the _Jemadar_ turned turtle on the James and Mary shoal in the Hooghly. Happily there were no lives lost in either of these cases."
Even Iris was appalled by this list of casualties.
"My poor, dear dad!" she cried. "To think that all these troubles should occur the very moment I left you!"
Yet she gave no thought to the serious financial effect of such a string of catastrophes. Robert, of course, appreciated this side of the business, especially in view of the shipowner"s remark about the insurance. But Sir Arthur Deane"s stiff upper lip deceived him. He failed to realize that the father was acting a part for his daughter"s sake.
Oddly enough, the baronet did not seek to discuss with them the legal-looking doc.u.ment affixed near the cave. It claimed all rights in the island in their joint names, and this was a topic he wished to avoid. For the time, therefore, the younger man had no opportunity of taking him into his confidence, and Iris held faithfully to her promise of silence.
The girl"s ragged raiment, sou"wester, and strong boots were already packed away on board. She now rescued the Bible, the copy of Tennyson"s poems, the battered tin cup, her revolver, and the Lee-Metford which "scared" the Dyaks when they nearly caught Anstruther and Mir Jan napping. Robert also gathered for her an a.s.sortment of Dyak hats, belts, and arms, including Taung S"Ali"s parang and a sumpitan. These were her trophies, the _spolia opima_ of the campaign.
His concluding act was to pack two of the empty oil tins with all the valuable lumps of auriferous quartz he could find where he shot the rubbish from the cave beneath the trees. On top of these he placed some antimony ore, and Mir Jan, wondering why the sahib wanted the stuff, carried the consignment to the waiting boat. Lieutenant Playdon, in command of the last party of sailors to quit the island, evidently expected Mir Jan to accompany them, but Anstruther explained that the man would await his return, some time in June or July.
Sir Arthur Deane found himself speculating on the cause of this extraordinary resolve, but, steadfast to his policy of avoiding controversial matters, said nothing. A few words to the captain procured enough stores to keep the Mahommedan for six months at least, and whilst these were being landed, the question was raised how best to dispose of the Dyaks.
The commander wished to consult the convenience of his guests.
"If we go a little out of our way and land them in Borneo," he said, "they will be hanged without troubling you further. If I take them to Singapore they will be tried on your evidence and sent to penal servitude. Which is it to be?"
It was Iris who decided.
"I cannot bear to think of more lives being sacrificed," she protested.
"Perhaps if these men are treated mercifully and sent to their homes after some punishment their example may serve as a deterrent to others."
So it was settled that way. The anchor rattled up to its berth and the _Orient_ turned her head towards Singapore. As she steadily pa.s.sed away into the deepening azure, the girl and her lover watched the familiar outlines of Rainbow Island growing dim in the evening light.
For a long while they could see Mir Jan"s tall, thin figure motionless on a rock at the extremity of Europa Point. Their hut, the reef, the ledge, came into view as the cruiser swung round to a more northerly course.
Iris had thrown an arm across her father"s shoulders. The three were left alone just then, and they were silent for many minutes. At last, the flying miles merged the solitary palm beyond the lagoon with the foliage on the cliff. The wide cleft of Prospect Park grew less distinct. Mir Jan"s white-clothed figure was lost in the dark background. The island was becoming vague, dream-like, a blurred memory.
"Robert," said the girl devoutly, "G.o.d has been very good to us."
"Yes," he replied. "I was thinking, even this instant, of the verse that is carved on the gate of the Memorial Well at Cawnpore: "These are they which came out of great tribulation." We, too, have come out of great tribulation, happily with our lives--and more. The decrees of fate are indeed inscrutable."
Iris turned to him a face roseate with loving comprehension.
"Do you remember this hour yesterday?" she murmured--"how we suffered from thirst--how the Dyaks began their second attack from the ridge--how you climbed down the ladder and I followed you? Oh father, darling," she went on impulsively, tightening her grasp, "you will never know how brave he was, how enduring, how he risked all for me and cheered me to the end, even though the end seemed to be the grave."
"I think I am beginning to understand now," answered the shipowner, averting his eyes lest Iris should see the tears in them. Their Calvary was ended, they thought--was it for him to lead them again through the sorrowful way? It was a heartrending task that lay before him, a task from which his soul revolted. He refused even to attempt it. He sought forgetfulness in a species of mental intoxication, and countenanced his daughter"s love idyll with such apparent approval that Lord Ventnor wondered whether Sir Arthur were not suffering from senile decay.
The explanation of the shipowner"s position was painfully simple. Being a daring yet shrewd financier, he perceived in the troubled condition of the Far East a magnificent opportunity to consolidate the trading influence of his company. He negotiated two big loans, one, of a semi-private nature, to equip docks and railways in the chief maritime province of China, the other of a more public character, with the Government of j.a.pan. All his own resources, together with those of his princ.i.p.al directors and shareholders, were devoted to these objects.
Contemporaneously, he determined to stop paying heavy insurance premiums on his fleet and make it self-supporting, on the well-known mutual principle.
His vessels were well equipped, well manned, replete with every modern improvement, and managed with great commercial skill. In three or four years, given ordinary trading luck, he must have doubled his own fortune and earned a world-wide reputation for far-seeing sagacity.
No sooner were all his arrangements completed than three of his best ships went down, saddling his company with an absolute loss of nearly 600,000, and seriously undermining his financial credit. A fellow-director, wealthy and influential, resigned his seat on the board, and headed a clique of disappointed stockholders. At once the fair sky became overcast. A sound and magnificent speculation threatened to dissolve in the Bankruptcy Court.
Sir Arthur Deane"s energy and financial skill might have enabled him to weather this unexpected gale were it not for the apparent loss of his beloved daughter with the crack ship of his line. Half-frenzied with grief, he bade his enemies do their worst, and allowed his affairs to get into hopeless confusion whilst he devoted himself wholly to the search for Iris and her companions. At this critical juncture Lord Ventnor again reached his side. His lordship possessed a large private fortune and extensive estates. He was prudent withal, and knew how admirably the shipowner"s plans would develop if given the necessary time. He offered the use of his name and money. He more than filled the gap created by the hostile ex-director. People argued that such a clever man, just returning from the Far East after accomplishing a public mission of some importance, must be a reliable guide. The mere cabled intelligence of his intention to join the board restored confidence and credit.
But--there was a bargain. If Iris lived, she must become the Countess of Ventnor. His lordship was weary of peripatetic love-making. It was high time he settled down in life, took an interest in the legislature, and achieved a position in the world of affairs. He had a chance now.
The certain success of his friend"s project, the fortunate completion of his own diplomatic undertaking, marriage with a beautiful and charming woman--these items would consolidate his career. If Iris were not available, plenty of women, high-placed in society, would accept such an eligible bachelor. But his heart was set on Iris. She was honest, high-principled, pure in body and mind, and none prizes these essentials in a wife more than a worn-out _roue_.
He seized the first opportunity that presented itself to make Sir Arthur Deane acquainted with a decision already dreaded by the unfortunate shipowner. Iris must either abandon her infatuation for Anstruther or bring about the ruin of her father. There was no mean.
"If she declines to become Countess of Ventnor, she can marry whom she likes, as you will be all paupers together," was the Earl"s caustic summing up.
This brutal argument rather overshot the mark. The shipowner"s face flushed with anger, and Lord Ventnor hastened to retrieve a false step.
"I didn"t exactly mean to put it that way, Deane, but my temper is a little short these days. My position on board this ship is intolerable.
As a matter of fair dealing to me, you should put a stop to your daughter"s att.i.tude towards Anstruther, on the ground that her engagement is neither approved of by you nor desirable under any consideration."
It may be a.s.sumed from this remark that even the Earl"s sardonic temper was ruffled by the girl"s outrageous behavior. Nor was it exactly pleasant to him to note how steadily Anstruther advanced in the favor of every officer on the ship. By tacit consent the court-martial was tabooed, at any rate until the _Orient_ reached Singapore. Every one knew that the quarrel lay between Robert and Ventnor, and it is not to be wondered at if Iris"s influence alone were sufficient to turn the scale in favor of her lover.