Part 16 (1/2)

”Come,” said Jenks, gently. ”Let us get back to the island.”

He quietly resumed predominance, helping her over the rough pathway of the reef, almost lifting her when the difficulties were great.

He did not ask her how it happened that she came so speedily to his a.s.sistance. Enough that she had done it, daring all for his sake. She was weak and trembling. With the acute vision of the soul she saw again, and yet again, the deadly malice of the octopus, the divine despair of the man.

Reaching the firm sand, she could walk alone. She limped. Instantly her companion's blunted emotions quickened into life. He caught her arm and said hoa.r.s.ely--

”Are you hurt in any way?”

The question brought her back from dreamland. A waking nightmare was happily shattered into dim fragments. She even strove to smile unconcernedly.

”It is nothing,” she murmured. ”I stumbled on the rocks. There is no sprain. Merely a blow, a bit of skin rubbed off, above my ankle.”

”Let me carry you.”

”The idea! Carry me! I will race you to the cave.”

It was no idle jest. She wanted to run--to get away from that inky blotch in the green water.

”You are sure it is a trifle?”

”Quite sure. My stocking chafes a little; that is all. See, I will show you.”

She stooped, and with the quick skill of woman, rolled down the stocking on her right leg. Modestly daring, she stretched out her foot and slightly lifted her dress. On the outer side of the tapering limb was an ugly bruise, scratched deeply by the coral.

He exhibited due surgical interest. His manner, his words, became professional.

”We will soon put that right,” he said. ”A strip off your muslin dress, soaked in brandy, will----”

”Brandy!” she exclaimed.

”Yes; we have some, you know. Brandy is a great tip for bruised wounds.

It can be applied both ways, inside and out.”

This was better. They were steadily drifting back to the commonplace.

Whilst she st.i.tched together some muslin strips he knocked the head off a bottle of brandy. They each drank a small quant.i.ty, and the generous spirit brought color to their wan cheeks. The sailor showed Iris how to fasten a bandage by twisting the muslin round the upper part of his boot. For the first time she saw the cut made by the axe.

”Did--the thing--grip you there?” she nervously inquired.

”There, and elsewhere. All over at once, it felt like. The beast attacked me with five arms.”

She shuddered. ”I don't know how you could fight it,” she said. ”How strong, how brave you must be.”

This amused him. ”The veriest coward will try to save his own life,” he answered. ”If you use such adjectives to me, what words can I find to do justice to you, who dared to come close to such a vile-looking creature and kill it. I must thank my stars that you carried the revolver.”

”Ah!” she said, ”that reminds me. You do not practice what you preach.

I found your pistol lying on the stone in the cave. That is one reason why I followed you.”

It was quite true. He laid the weapon aside when delving at the rock, and forgot to replace it in his belt.