Part 36 (1/2)

He hung on my lips breathless, with a face so distorted that, though it might have been death alone he hated, he looked, indeed, as if impatient to set to and tear me to pieces with his long teeth. Men clutching at straws must have faces thus convulsed by an eager and despairing hope.

His silence removed the spell--the spell of his incredible loquacity. I heard the boatswain's hoa.r.s.e tones:

”Hold on well, ma'am. Right! Walk away steady with that whip!”

I ran limping forward.

”High enough,” he rumbled; and I received Seraphina into my arms.

CHAPTER FOUR

I said, ”This is home, at last. It is all over”; and she stood by me on the deck. She pushed the heavy black cloak from over her head, and her white face appeared above the dim black shadow of her mourning. She looked silently round her on the mist, the groups of rough men, the spatterings of light that were like violence, too. She said nothing, but rested her hand on my arm.

She had her immense griefs, and this was the home I offered her. She looked back at the side. I thought she would have liked to be in the boat again. I said:

”The people in this s.h.i.+p are my old friends. You can trust them--and me.”

Tomas Castro, clambering leisurely over the side, followed. As soon as his feet touched the deck, he threw the corner of his cloak across his left shoulder, bent down half the rim of his hat, and a.s.sumed the appearance of a short, dark conspirator, overtopped by the stalwart sailors, who had abandoned Manuel to crowd, bare-armed, bare-chested, pus.h.i.+ng, and craning their necks, round us.

She said, ”I can trust you; it is my duty to trust you, and this is now my home.”

It was like a definite p.r.o.nouncement of faith--and of a line of policy.

She seemed, for that moment, quite apart from my love, a thing very much above me and mine; closed up in an immense grief, but quite whole-souledly determined to go unflinchingly into a new life, breaking quietly with all her past for the sake of the traditions of all that past.

The sailors fell back to make way for us. It was only by the touch of her hand on my arm that I had any hope that she trusted me, me personally, and apart from the commands of the dead Carlos; the dead father, and the great weight of her dead traditions that could be never anything any more for her--except a memory. Ah, she stood it very well; her head was erect and proud. The cabin door opened, and a rigid female figure with dry outlines, and a smooth head, stood out with severe simplicity against the light of the cabin door. The light falling on Seraphina seemed to show her for the first time. A lamentable voice bellowed:

”Senorita!... Senorita!” and then, in an insinuating, heart-breaking tone, ”Senorita!...”

She walked quietly past the figure of the woman, and disappeared in the brilliant light of the cabin. The door closed. I remained standing there. Manuel, at her disappearance, raised his voice to a tremendous, incessant yell of despair, as if he expected to make her hear.

”_Senorita... proteccion del opprimido; oh, hija de piedad...

Senorita_.”

His lamentable noise brought half the s.h.i.+p round us; the sailors fell back before the mate, Sebright, walking at the elbow of a stout man in loose trousers and jacket. They stopped.

”An unexpected meeting, Captain Williams,” was all I found to say to him. He had a constrained air, and shook hands in awkward silence.

”How do you do?” he said hurriedly. After a moment he added, with a sort of confused, as if official air, ”I hope, Kemp, you'll be able to explain satisfactorily...”

I said, rather off-handedly, ”Why, the two men I killed ought to be credentials enough for all immediate purposes!”

”That isn't what I meant,” he said. He spoke rather with a mumble, and apologetically. It was difficult to see in him any trace of the roystering Williams who had roared toasts to my health in Jamaica, after the episode at the Ferry Inn with the admiral. It was as if, now, he had a weight on his mind. I was tired. I said:

”Two dead men is more than you or any of your crew can show. And, as far as I can judge, you did no more than hold your own till I came.”

He positively stuttered, ”Yes, yes. But...”

I got angry with what seemed stupid obstinacy.

”You'd be having a rope twisted tight round your head, or red-hot irons at the soles of your feet, at this very moment, if it had not been for us,” I said indignantly.