Part 54 (1/2)

”They don't see us,” said Helen, faintly.

”No,” said Hazel; ”not yet.”

”And the sun is just setting. It is all over.” She put her handkerchief to her eyes a moment, and then, after a sob or two, she said almost cheerfully, ”Well, dear friend, we were happy till that smoke came to disturb us. Let us try and be as happy now it is gone. Don't smile like that, it makes me shudder.”

”Did I smile? It must have been at your simplicity in thinking we have seen the last of that steamer.”

”And so we have.”

”Not so. In three hours she will be at anchor in that bay.”

”Why, what will bring her?”

”I shall bring her.”

”You? How?”

”By lighting my bonfire.”

CHAPTER XLVI.

HELEN had forgotten all about the bonfire. She now asked whether he was sure those on board the steamer could see the bonfire. Then Hazel told her that it was now of prodigious size and height. Some six months before he was crippled he had added and added to it.

”That bonfire,” said he, ”will throw a ruddy glare over the heavens that they can't help seeing on board the steamer. Then, as they are not on a course, but on a search, they will certainly run a few miles southward to see what it is. They will say it is either a beacon or a s.h.i.+p on fire; and, in either case, they will turn the boat's head this way. Well, before they have run southward half a dozen miles, their lookout will see the bonfire, and the island in its light. Let us get to the boat, my lucifers are there.”

She lent him her arm to the boat, and stood by while he made his preparations. They were very simple. He took a pine torch and smeared it all over with pitch; then put his lucifer-box in his bosom and took his crutch. His face was drawn pitiably, but his closed lips betrayed unshaken and unshakable resolution. He shouldered his crutch, and hobbled up as far as the cavern. Here Helen interposed.

”Don't you go toiling up the hill,” said she. ”Give me the lucifers and the torch and let me light the beacon. I shall be there in half the time you will.”

”Thank you! thank you!” said Hazel, eagerly, not to say violently.

He wanted it done; but it killed him to do it. He then gave her his instructions.

”It is as big as a haystack,” said he, ”and as dry as a chip; and there are eight bundles of straw placed expressly. Light bundles to windward first, then the others; it will soon be all in a blaze.”

”Meanwhile,” said Helen, ”you prepare our supper. I feel quite faint--for want of it.”

Hazel a.s.sented.

”It is the last we shall--” he was going to say it was the last they would eat together; but his voice failed him, and he hobbled into the cavern, and tried to smother his emotion in work. He lighted the fire, and blew it into a flame with a palmetto-leaf, and then he sat down awhile, very sick at heart; then he got up and did the cooking, sighing all the time; and, just when he was beginning to wonder why Helen was so long lighting eight bundles of straw, she came in, looking pale.

”Is it all right?” said he.

”Go and look,” said she. ”No, let us have our supper first.”

Neither had any appet.i.te. They sat and kept casting strange looks at one another.

To divert this anyhow, Hazel looked up at the roof, and said faintly, ”If I had known, I would have made more haste, and set pearl _there_ as well.”