"In that case," decided Junius Peabody, aloud, "--in that case there"s no use trying to borrow car fare, and it"s too far to walk. I"m stuck."
Some one sniffed beside him, and he turned to stare into a face that might have been a distortion of his own yellow, haggard image.
"h.e.l.lo," he said--and then, by natural sequence: "say, you don"t happen to have a flask anywhere handy about you--what?"
His neighbor scowled aggrievedly.
"Do I _look_ like I "ad a flask?"
The belligerent whine was enough to renew the ident.i.ty of the mangy little larrikin whose couch on the sand he had shared. The Sydney Duck, they called him: a descriptive t.i.tle which served as well as any. Junius did not like him very well, but he had lived in his company nearly a week and he had long forgotten to make effective distinctions. Brandy is a great democrat.
"It"s my notion I"m going to have the fantods," explained Junius. "I need a bracer."
"My word, I could do with a nip meself just now," agreed Sydney. ""In"t y" got no more credit with Bendemeer?"
Peabody made an effort.
"Seems to me I was thrown out of Bendemeer"s last night. Is that right?"
"You was, and so was me and that big Dutchman, Willems--all thrown out.
But it was your fault. You started playin" chuck farthin" among his bottles with a bunch of copper spikes.... I never see a man "old his liquor worse."
"Well, I paid for it, didn"t I?" inquired Junius, without heat. "And I believe you had your share. But what I"m getting at is--if he threw me out the credit must be gone."
This was simple logic and unanswerable. "Maybe y" got something else he"ll tyke for th" price," suggested Sydney. "d.a.m.n "im--"e"s keen enough to drive a tryde!"
Junius went through the form of searching, but without any great enthusiasm, nor was Sydney himself notably expectant--a fact that might have seemed to argue a rather sinister familiarity with the probable result.
"I did have some cuff links and things," said Peabody vaguely. "I wonder what"s become of them."
"I wonder," echoed Sydney. As if some last possible claim upon his regard had been dissipated, he let his lips writhe in mockery. "Ah, and that"s a pity too. You got to learn now what it means bein" on the beach and doin" _without_ drinks--"cept as you kin cadge them off"n "alf-caste Chinymen and such. You won"t like it, you won"t."
"Do you?" asked Junius.
"Me? I"m used to it. But, Lord, look at them "ands! I"ll lay you never did a day"s work in your life."
"Did you?" inquired Junius Peabody equably.
"Garn!" retorted Sydney with a peculiarly unlovely sneer. "W"y, you don"t know yet what you"ve come to, you don"t. "Jaimes, fetch me me mornin" drawft!"--that"s your style. Only there "int no Jaimes no more, and no drawfts to be "ad. Ho!... You"re only a beachcomber now, mytey. A lousy beachcomber! And you needn"t expect me to do none of your beggin"
for you, for I won"t--no fear!"
Junius observed him with attention, with rather more attention than he could remember having bestowed upon any specific object for a long time.
He examined the features of the Sydney Duck, the undue prominence of nose and upper lip, the singularly sharp ridge of the whole front face--whittled, as it might have been; the thin, pink ears and the jutting teeth that gave him something of the feeble ferocity of a rat.
And with new perception he saw Sydney Duck, not only as an unpleasant individual but as a type, the fitting comrade and a.s.sociate for such as he.
"It"s a fact," said Junius Peabody; "I"ve fallen, pretty low."...
He looked out again upon that unprofitable dawning. To right and left stretched the flat, dim monotony of the beach, lined in misty surf and hedged with slim palms like a tufted palisade. From behind drifted the smokes from scores of homely hearths. Down by Tenbow Head the first pearling luggers were putting out under silver clouds of sail. Sea and land stirred once more with the accustomed affairs of busy men, but here between land and sea was the fringe of things, the deserted domain of wreckage and cast-off remnants. Here lay a broken spar half buried in the sand, part of the complex fabric that once enabled some fair ship to skim the waves. And here among the kelp and the bodies of marine animals he saw the loosened staves of a barrel limply spread and upthrust like the fingers of some dead giant, with an empty bottle near by as if fallen from that slack grip. And here, lastly, he was aware of Junius Peabody, also on the beach, washed up at the far edge of the world like any other useless bit of jetsam: to stay and to rot.
"Pretty low," said Junius Peabody.
But Sydney took no offense, and seemed, on the contrary, to extract a certain degree of pleasure from the other"s recognition of his lot.
"Oh, it "in"t so bad," he declared, with a quite human impulse to reverse the picture. "There"s easy pickin" if you know "ow. n.o.body starves "ere anyw"y, that"s one thing. No n.i.g.g.e.r will let a man starve--a soft lot of flats that w"y, the n.i.g.g.e.rs. Often you fall in with a weddin" or a birthday or somethin"; they"re always "avin" a feast and _they_ don"t care who comes--they "in"t proud. Then you got n.o.body aharryin" of you up and down and askin" you wot for, that"s a comfort--my word! And once in a while there"s sure to be a new chum come along with a bit of bra.s.s--some flat who"s willin" to stand the drinks."
"Like me," suggested Junius.
"Oh, there"s plenty like you," nodded the Sydney Duck. "It"s the pearlin" brings "em, though it "in"t so soft as maybe they think, you see. When they"re stony they mostly tyke a job till they find a chance to get aw"y again--that"s if they"re able to do anything at all."
For the first time in his life, probably, Junius Peabody considered his accomplishments with a view to estimating their value in the open market.
"I once won the fancy diving event at Travers Island," he said. "And I used to swim the four-forty in a trifle over six minutes."
"That must "a" been several seasons back," grinned Sydney.
"Not so many," said Junius slowly. "I forgot to add that I was also an excellent judge of French brandy."
He got to his feet and began to divest himself of the spotted remains of an expensive white silk suit.
"What"s the gyme now?"
"Morning bath. Have you had yours yet?"
The Sydney Duck laughed, laughter that was strangely unmirthful and so convulsive that Junius blinked at him, fearing a fit of some kind.
"You"re a rare "un," gasped the Sydney Duck. "I seen a good few, I "ave, but none as rare as you. Mornin" bawth--and "ave I "ad mine yet!... On the beach at Fufuti!" He waggled his hands.
"Well, if it seems so queer as all that why not blow yourself?" offered Junius with perfect good nature. "You can"t tell, you might like it.
Come along."
"Garn!" snarled the other.
So Junius turned away and walked down the strand alone. Outward the ground swell broke and came rushing in with long-s.p.a.ced undulations, and as he stood at the verge, shrinking in his nakedness, the east flamed suddenly through its great red archway and turned all the world to tinted glory. Fair across to him was flung a shining path. It seemed as if he had only to step out along that straight way of escape, and for an instant he had a yearning to try. Never in his life had he followed a single course to a definite end, and what could be better now than to choose one at last, to follow, to go on following--and not to return.
He looked down at his body and saw as a revelation the pitiful wasting of his strength--how scrawny he was of limb, how bloated about the middle, and his skin how soft and leprous white. He made an ugly figure under the clear light of the morning, like the decaying things around him, where the carrion flies were beginning to swarm in the sun. And there came upon him then a sudden physical loathing of himself, a final sense of disaster and defeat.
"If I could only begin again--" thought Junius Peabody, and stopped and laughed aloud at the wish, which is old as folly and futile as sin. But he had no relief from laughter either, for it was the same he had just heard from the Sydney Duck, a sort of hiccup. So he stopped that too and strode forthright into the wash....
Something flung against his shin and tripped him. He sprawled awkwardly from a singular impact, soft though quite solid. He could see the object floating on the next wave and was curious enough to catch it up. It was a rough lump of some substance, a dirty grayish-brown in color, the size of a boy"s football. The touch of it was rather greasy.
Junius stayed with the trove in his hands and the tingling of an odd excitement in his mind. His first instinct rejected the evidence. He had a natural suspicion that events do not happen so. But while he brought to bear such knowledge as he owned, facts read or heard, he found himself still thrilled.
There was a sound from the sh.o.r.e and the Sydney Duck hurried up behind him to the edge of the water, both hands clawed, his little eyes distended.