"Yes."
"How could it affect you? You did not even know my name then?"
Poor Iris! She did not stop to ask herself why she framed her question in such manner, but the sailor was now too profoundly moved to heed the slip. She could not tell how he was fighting with himself, fiercely beating down the inner barriers of self-love, sternly determined, once and for all, to reveal himself in such light to this beautiful and bewitching woman that in future she would learn to regard him only as an outcast whose company she must perforce tolerate until relief came.
"It affected me because the sudden mention of his name recalled my own disgrace. I quitted the army six months ago, Miss Deane, under very painful circ.u.mstances. A general court-martial found me guilty of conduct unbecoming an officer and a gentleman. I was not even given a chance to resign. I was cashiered."
He pretended to speak with cool truculence. He thought to compel her into shrinking contempt. Yet his face blanched somewhat, and though he steadily kept the pipe between his teeth, and smoked with studied unconcern, his lips twitched a little.
And he dared not look at her, for the girl"s wondering eyes were fixed upon him, and the blush had disappeared as quickly as it came.
"I remember something of this," she said slowly, never once averting her gaze. "There was some gossip concerning it when I first came to Hong Kong. You are Captain Robert Anstruther?"
"I am."
"And you publicly thrashed Lord Ventnor as the result of a quarrel about a woman?"
"Your recollection is quite accurate."
"Who was to blame?"
"The lady said that I was."
"Was it true?"
Robert Anstruther, late captain of Bengal Cavalry, rose to his feet. He preferred to take his punishment standing.
"The court-martial agreed with her, Miss Deane, and I am a prejudiced witness," he replied.
"Who was the--lady?"
"The wife of my colonel, Mrs. Costobell."
"Oh!"
Long afterwards he remembered the agony of that moment, and winced even at the remembrance. But he had decided upon a fixed policy, and he was not a man to flinch from consequences. Miss Deane must be taught to despise him, else, G.o.d help them both, she might learn to love him as he now loved her. So, blundering towards his goal as men always blunder where a woman"s heart is concerned, he blindly persisted in allowing her to make such false deductions as she chose from his words.
Iris was the first to regain some measure of self-control.
"I am glad you have been so candid, Captain Anstruther," she commenced, but he broke in abruptly--
"Jenks, if you please, Miss Deane. Robert Jenks."
There was a curious light in her eyes, but he did not see it, and her voice was marvelously subdued as she continued--
"Certainly, Mr. Jenks. Let me be equally explicit before we quit the subject. I have met Mrs. Costobell. I do not like her. I consider her a deceitful woman. Your court-martial might have found a different verdict had its members been of her s.e.x. As for Lord Ventnor, he is nothing to me. It is true he asked my father to be permitted to pay his addresses to me, but my dear old dad left the matter wholly to my decision, and I certainly never gave Lord Ventnor any encouragement. I believe now that Mrs. Costobell lied, and that Lord Ventnor lied, when they attributed any dishonorable action to you, and I am glad that you beat him in the Club. I am quite sure he deserved it."
Not one word did this strange man vouchsafe in reply. He started violently, seized the axe lying at his feet, and went straight among the trees, keeping his face turned from Iris so that she might not see the tears in his eyes.
As for the girl, she began to scour her cooking utensils with much energy, and soon commenced a song. Considering that she was compelled to constantly endure the company of a degraded officer, who had been expelled from the service with ignominy, she was absurdly contented.
Indeed, with the happy inconsequence of youth, she quickly threw all care to the winds, and devoted her thoughts to planning a surprise for the next day by preparing some tea, provided she could surrept.i.tiously open the chest.
CHAPTER VII
SURPRISES
Before night closed their third day on the island Jenks managed to construct a roomy tent-house, with a framework of st.u.r.dy trees selected on account of their location. To these he nailed or tied crossbeams of felled saplings; and the tarpaulins dragged from the beach supplied roof and walls. It required the united strength of Iris and himself to haul into position the heavy sheet that topped the structure, whilst he was compelled to desist from active building operations in order to fashion a rough ladder. Without some such contrivance he could not get the topmost supports adjusted at a sufficient height.
Although the edifice required at least two more days of hard work before it would be fit for habitation Iris wished to take up her quarters there immediately. This the sailor would not hear of.
"In the cave," he said, "you are absolutely sheltered from all the winds that blow or rain that falls. Our villa, however, is painfully leaky and draughty at present. When asleep, the whole body is relaxed, and you are then most open to the attacks of cold or fever, in which case, Miss Deane, I shall be reluctantly obliged to dose you with a concoction of that tree there."
He pointed to a neighboring cinchona, and Iris naturally asked why he selected that particular brand.
"Because it is quinine, not made up in nice little tabloids, but _au naturel_. It will not be a bad plan if we prepare a strong infusion, and take a small quant.i.ty every morning on the excellent principle that prevention is better than cure."
The girl laughed.
"Good gracious!" she said; "that reminds me--"
But the words died away on her lips in sudden fright. They were standing on the level plateau in front of the cave, well removed from the trees, and they could see distinctly on all sides, for the sun was sinking in a cloudless sky and the air was preternaturally clear, being free now from the tremulous haze of the hot hours.
Across the smooth expanse of sandy ground came the agonized shrieks of a startled bird--a large bird, it would seem--winging its way towards them with incredible swiftness, and uttering a succession of loud full-voiced notes of alarm.
Yet the strange thing was that not a bird was to be seen. At that hour the ordinary feathered inhabitants of the island were quietly nestling among the branches preparatory to making a final selection of the night"s resting-place. None of them would stir unless actually disturbed.
Iris drew near to the sailor. Involuntarily she caught his arm. He stepped a half-pace in front of her to ward off any danger that might be heralded by this new and uncanny phenomenon. Together they strained their eyes in the direction of the approaching sound, but apparently their sight was bewitched; as nothing whatever was visible.
"Oh, what is it?" wailed Iris, who now clung to Jenks in a state of great apprehension.
The clucking noise came nearer, pa.s.sed them within a yard, and was already some distance away towards the reef when the sailor burst into a hearty laugh, none the less genuine because of the relief it gave to his bewildered senses.
Rea.s.sured, but still white with fear, Iris cried: "Do speak, please, Mr. Jenks. What was it?"
"A beetle!" he managed to gasp.
"A beetle?"
"Yes, a small, insignificant-looking fellow, too--so small that I did not see him until he was almost out of range. He has the loudest voice for his size in the whole of creation. A man able to shout on the same scale could easily make himself heard for twenty miles."
"Then I do not like such beetles; I always hated them, but this latest variety is positively detestable. Such nasty things ought to be kept in zoological gardens, and not turned loose. Moreover, my tea will be boiled into spinach."
Nevertheless, the tea, though minus sugar or milk, was grateful enough and particularly acceptable to the sailor, who entertained Iris with a disquisition on the many virtues of that marvelous beverage. Curiously enough, the lifting of the veil upon the man"s earlier history made these two much better friends. With more complete acquaintance there was far less tendency towards certain pa.s.sages which, under ordinary conditions, could be construed as nothing else than downright flirtation.
They made the pleasing discovery that they could both sing. There was hardly an opera in vogue that one or other did not know sufficiently well to be able to recall the chief musical numbers. Iris had a sweet and sympathetic mezzo-soprano voice, Jenks an excellent baritone, and, to the secret amazement of the girl, he rendered one or two well-known Anglo-Indian barrack-room ditties with much humor.