Part 34 (1/2)

”He did not whisper. I couldn't help hearing him. What will he do next?”

”We can only wait and see. We shall have to be on our guard, but we won't let him trouble us. He is drinking too much.”

They saw nothing more of him all that day, not even his head above the bulwarks. Wulfrey surmised that he was probably treating his wrath with rum, and plotting mischief, or maybe he was lying dead drunk in his cabin. They themselves were well provided in all respects, but he had good reason to know that stocks across there were running low, and that before long the man of wrath would have to go abroad to make up his deficiencies, and that would give them the opportunity of getting in fresh water and rabbit-meat.

He could only hope the mate would not postpone his journey too long, for the weather seemed like changing. There was no sun visible, not a speck of blue sky, but in their place a wan-white opaqueness which looked portentous and might mean anything.

Wulf spent most of the day on the alert, leaving the deck only for meals, and popping up even in the middle of them to make sure that all was right. But Macro made no sign.

There was no knowing, however, what a furious, rum-fuddled man might attempt. His crazy jealousy and anger might stick at nothing, and Wulfrey looked forward to a watchful night as a necessity.

And, as he paced the deck, he ruminated on the handicap imposed by virtue on an honest man when fighting roguery. Here was Macro at liberty to sleep without fear of a.s.sault, to go ash.o.r.e for water and fresh meat, and to the wreckage for everything he wanted, a.s.sured in his own mind that no one would rifle his stores, or fire his s.h.i.+p, or play any other dastardly trick, in his absence. While they, if they left their stronghold unguarded for an hour, must be exposed to all these things, and constant watchfulness would be necessary to prevent them.

It was not a pleasant prospect and he did not see how it was going to end. At the same time he did not see what other course had been left to them, and he was determined to go through with this, cost what it might.

The thought of striking down this man with whom he had lived in fellows.h.i.+p, even in fair fight, was abhorrent to him. The thought of being struck down himself made his blood run cold on The Girl's account. Both possibilities must be avoided if possible. The latter at all hazards. If it came to the mate suffering or The Girl, the mate would have to go without compunction.

x.x.xV

The night pa.s.sed without disturbance, the morning found them swathed in dense white mist which hid one side of the s.h.i.+p from the other.

”He did not come again?” asked The Girl when they met. ”I am ashamed to have slept so soundly. I intended to take my fair share of the watching.”

”There was no need. I bolted the doors and slept at the foot of the stairs. It's all cotton-wool outside. You can't see a couple of feet.

He won't venture out in that, if I know him. But we need water. I'll go across after breakfast and get some.”

”I shall come too. I wouldn't stop here alone for anything.”

”All right. Our only difficulty will be in finding the sh.o.r.e and getting back to the s.h.i.+p. Fog is terribly bewildering.”

”If you can find the sh.o.r.e we can get back all right,” she said, after thinking it over.

”How?”

”We have that heap of rope you brought over. Could we not untwist some and make a cord? Then if we tied one end to the s.h.i.+p and carried the other ash.o.r.e we could feel our way back by it.”

”It will take a lot of untwisting. We're quite two hundred yards from the sh.o.r.e. But it's worth trying.”

So they untwisted rope till their fingers were sore, and tied the pieces together till he judged they had enough, and presently they embarked noiselessly on their raft and paddled in the direction in which he believed the sh.o.r.e lay, The Girl paying out the string as they went.

This weird envelopment of dense white mist was a new experience for her. She could barely see the water a foot or two away. The string slipped through her fingers and vanished into the fog-wall. Dale, sweeping the water with his oar, loomed dim and large just above her.

They went on and on, but found no sh.o.r.e.

”The string is nearly all done,” she said at last.

”Then we're going wrong,” he whispered. ”Don't speak loud, we don't know how near we may be to----” and, as if to confirm his fears, a great black bulk appeared in the clammy white above them, and Wulfrey hurriedly checked their way and backed off into the fog again.