Part 57 (1/2)

”What is it?”

”Looks like a mast. No. Don't know what it is.”

”Point.”

The sailor pointed with his finger.

Captain Moreland ordered the s.h.i.+p's course to be altered accordingly. By this time General Rolleston was on deck. The s.h.i.+p ran two miles on the new course; and all this time the topman's gla.s.s was leveled, and the crew climbed about the rigging all eyes and ears.

At last the clear hail came down.

”I can make it out now, sir.”

”What is it?

”It is a palm-tree.”

The captain jumped on a gun, and waved his hat grandly, and instantly the vessel rang with a l.u.s.ty cheer; and, for once, sailors gabbled like washerwomen.

They ran till they saw the island in the moonlight, and the giant palm, black, and sculptured out of the violet sky; then they set the lead going, and it warned them not to come too close. They anch.o.r.ed off the west coast.

A daybreak they moved slowly on, still sounding as they went; and, rounding the West Point, General Rolleston saw written on the guanoed rocks in large letters

AN ENGLISH LADY WRECKED HERE.

HASTE TO HER RESCUE.

He and Moreland shook hands; and how their eyes glistened!

Presently there was a stranger inscription still upon the rocks--a rough outline of the island on an enormous scale, showing the coast-line, the reefs, the shallow water, and the deep water.

”Ease her! Stop her!”

The captain studied this original chart with his gla.s.s, and crept slowly on for the west pa.s.sage.

But, warned by the soundings marked on the rock, he did not attempt to go through the pa.s.sage, but came to an anchor, and lowered his boat.

The sailors were all on the _qui vive_ to land, but the captain, to their infinite surprise, told them only three persons would land that morning--himself, his son, and General Rolleston.

The fact is, this honest captain had got a misgiving, founded on a general view of human nature. He expected to find the girl with two or three sailors, one of them united to her by some nautical ceremony, duly witnessed, but such as a _military_ officer of distinction could hardly be expected to approve. He got into the boat in a curious state of delight, dashed with uncomfortable suspense; and they rowed gently for the west pa.s.sage.

As for General Rolleston, now it was he needed all his fort.i.tude. Suppose the lady was not Helen! After all, the chances were against her being there. Suppose she was dead and buried in that island! Suppose that fatal disease, with which she had sailed, had been accelerated by hards.h.i.+ps, and Providence permitted him only to receive her last sigh. All these misgivings crowded on him the moment he drew so near the object which had looked all brightness so long as it was unattainable. He sat pale and brave in the boat; but his doubts and fears were greater than his hope.

They rounded Telegraph Point, and in a moment Paradise Bay burst on them, and Hazel's boat within a hundred yards of them. It was half-tide. They beached the boat and General Rolleston landed. Captain Moreland grasped his hand, and said, ”Call us if it is all right.”

General Rolleston returned the pressure of that honest hand, and marched up the beach just as if he was going into action.

He came to the boat. It had an awning over the stern, and was clearly used as a sleeping-place. A series of wooden pipes standing on uprights led from this up to the cliff. The pipes were in fact mere sections of the sago-tree with the soft pith driven out. As this was manifestly a tube of communication, General Rolleston followed it until he came to a sort of veranda with a cave opening on it; he entered the cave, and was dazzled by its most unexpected beauty. He seemed to be in a gigantic nautilus. Roof and sides, and the very chimney, were one blaze of mother-of-pearl. But, after the first start, brighter to him was an old shawl he saw on a nail; for that showed it was a woman's abode. He tore down the old shawl and carried it to the light. He recognized it as Helen's. Her rugs were in a corner; he rushed in, and felt them all over with trembling hands. They were still warm, though she had left her bed some time. He came out wild with joy, and shouted to Moreland, ”She is alive! She is alive! She is alive!” Then fell on his knees and thanked G.o.d.

A cry came down to him from above. He looked up as he knelt, and there was a female figure dressed in white, stretching out its hands as if it would fly down to him. Its eyes gleamed; he knew them all that way off.