The first lieutenant, by reason of his rank, was compelled to say something--
"That is a devilish bad job, Mr. Anstruther," he blurted out.
"Well, you know, I had to tell you."
He smiled unaffectedly at the wondering circle. He, too, was an officer, and appreciated their sentiments. They were unfeignedly sorry for him, a man so brave and modest, such a splendid type of the soldier and gentleman, yet, by their common law, an outcast. Nor could they wholly understand his demeanor. There was a n.o.ble dignity in his candor, a conscious innocence that disdained to shield itself under a partial truth. He spoke, not as a wrong-doer, but as one who addresses those who have been and will be once more his peers.
The first lieutenant again phrased the thoughts of his juniors--
"I, and every other man in the ship, cannot help but sympathize with you. But whatever may be your record--if you were an escaped convict, Mr. Anstruther--no one could withhold from you the praise deserved for your magnificent stand against overwhelming odds. Our duty is plain. We will bring you to Singapore, where the others will no doubt wish to go immediately. I will tell the Captain what you have been good enough to acquaint us with. Meanwhile we will give you every a.s.sistance, and--er--attention in our power."
A murmur of approbation ran through the little circle. Robert"s face paled somewhat. What first-rate chaps they were, to be sure!
"I can only thank you," he said unsteadily. "Your kindness is more trying than adversity."
A rustle of silk, the intrusion into the intent knot of men of a young lady in a Paris gown, a Paris hat, carrying a Trouville parasol, and most exquisitely gloved and booted, made every one gasp.
"Oh, Robert dear, how _could_ you? I actually didn"t know you!"
Thus Iris, bewitchingly attired, and gazing now with provoking admiration at Robert, who certainly offered almost as great a contrast to his former state as did the girl herself. He returned her look with interest.
"Would any man believe," he laughed, "that clothes would do so much for a woman?"
"What a left-handed compliment! But come, dearest, Captain Fitzroy and Lord Ventnor have come ash.o.r.e with father and me. They want us to show them everything! You will excuse him, won"t you?" she added, with a seraphic smile to the others.
They walked off together.
"Jimmy!" gasped the fat midshipman to a lanky youth. "She"s got on your togs!"
Meaning that Iris had ransacked the _Orient"s_ theatrical wardrobe, and pounced on the swell outfit of the princ.i.p.al female impersonator in the ship"s company.
Lieutenant Playdon bit the chin strap of his pith helmet, for the landing party wore the regulation uniform for service ash.o.r.e in the tropics. He muttered to his chief--
"Damme if I"ve got the hang of this business yet."
"Neither have I. Anstruther looks a decent sort of fellow, and the girl is a stunner. Yet, d"ye know, Playdon, right through the cruise I"ve always understood that she was the fiancee of that cad, Ventnor."
"Anstruther appears to have arranged matters differently. Wonder what pa will say when that Johnnie owns up about the court-martial."
"Give it up, which is more than the girl will do, or I"m much mistaken.
Funny thing, you know, but I"ve a sort of hazy recollection of Anstruther"s name being mixed up with that of a Colonel"s wife at Hong Kong. Fancy Ventnor was in it too, as a witness. Stand by, and we"ll see something before we unload at Singapore."
CHAPTER XVI
BARGAINS, GREAT AND SMALL
Lord Ventnor was no fool. Whilst Iris was transforming herself from a semi-savage condition into a semblance of an ultra _chic_ Parisienne--the _Orient"s_ dramatic costumier went in for strong stage effects in feminine attire--Sir Arthur Deane told the Earl something of the state of affairs on the island.
His lordship--a handsome, saturnine man, cool, insolently polite, and plentifully endowed with the judgmatical daring that is the necessary equipment of a society libertine--counseled patience, toleration, even silent recognition of Anstruther"s undoubted claims for services rendered.
"She is an enthusiastic, high-spirited girl," he urged upon his surprised hearer, who expected a very different expression of opinion.
"This fellow Anstruther is a plausible sort of rascal, a good man in a tight place too--just the sort of fire-eating blackguard who would fill the heroic bill where a fight is concerned. d.a.m.n him, he licked me twice."
Further amazement for the shipowner.
"Yes, it"s quite true. I interfered with his little games, and he gave me the usual reward of the devil"s apothecary. Leave Iris alone. At present she is strung up to an intense pitch of grat.i.tude, having barely escaped a terrible fate. Let her come back to the normal.
Anstruther"s shady record must gradually leak out. That will disgust her. In a week she will appeal to you to buy him off. He is hard up--cut off by his people and that sort of thing. There you probably have the measure of his scheming. He knows quite well that he can never marry your daughter. It is all a matter of price."
Sir Arthur willingly allowed himself to be persuaded. At the back of his head there was an uneasy consciousness that it was not "all a matter of price." If it were he would never trust a man"s face again.
But Ventnor"s well-balanced arguments swayed him. The course indicated was the only decent one. It was humanly impossible for a man to chide his daughter and flout her rescuer within an hour of finding them.
Lord Ventnor played his cards with a deeper design. He bowed to the inevitable. Iris said she loved his rival. Very well. To attempt to dissuade her was to throw her more closely into that rival"s arms. The right course was to appear resigned, saddened, compelled against his will to reveal the distressing truth. Further, he counted on Anstruther"s quick temper as an active agent. Such a man would be the first to rebel against an a.s.sumption of pitying tolerance. He would bring bitter charges of conspiracy, of unbelievable compact to secure his ruin. All this must recoil on his own head when the facts were laid bare. Not even the hero of the island could prevail against the terrible indictment of the court-martial. Finally, at Singapore, three days distant, Colonel Costobell and his wife were staying. Lord Ventnor, alone of those on board, knew this. Indeed, he accompanied Sir Arthur Deane largely in order to break off a somewhat trying entanglement. He smiled complacently as he thought of the effect on Iris of Mrs. Costobell"s indignant remonstrances when the baronet asked that injured lady to tell the girl all that had happened at Hong Kong.
In a word, Lord Ventnor was most profoundly annoyed, and he cursed Anstruther from the depths of his heart. But he could see a way out.
The more desperate the emergency the more need to display finesse.
Above all, he must avoid an immediate rupture.
He came ash.o.r.e with Iris and her father; the captain of the _Orient_ also joined the party. The three men watched Robert and the girl walking towards them from the group of officers.
"Anstruther is a smart-looking fellow," commented Captain Fitzroy. "Who is he?"
Truth to tell, the gallant commander of the _Orient_ was secretly amazed by the metamorphosis effected in Robert"s appearance since he scrutinized him through his gla.s.ses. Iris, too, unaccustomed to the constraint of high-heeled shoes, clung to the nondescript"s arm in a manner that shook the sailor"s faith in Lord Ventnor"s pretensions as her favored suitor.
Poor Sir Arthur said not a word, but his lordship was quite at ease--
"From his name, and from what Deane tells me, I believe he is an ex-officer of the Indian Army."
"Ah. He has left the service?"
"Yes. I met him last in Hong Kong."
"Then you know him?"
"Quite well, if he is the man I imagine."
"That is really very nice of Ventnor," thought the shipowner. "The last thing I should credit him with would be a forgiving disposition."
Meanwhile Anstruther was reading Iris a little lecture. "Sweet one," he explained to her, "do not allude to me by my former rank. I am not ent.i.tled to it. Some day, please G.o.d, it will be restored to me. At present I am a plain civilian."
"I think you very handsome."
"Don"t tease, there"s a good girl. It is not fair with all these people looking."
"But really, Robert, only since you sc.r.a.ped off the upper crust have I been able to recognize you again. I remember now that I thought you were a most distinguished looking steward."