Part 37 (1/2)
”I do not wish any to-day, thank you.”
He waited a little, studying her down-bent face.
”Well,” he muttered; ”you don't have to come. I know I oughtn't to take a moment's time. I did quite a bit last night; but if you think--”
She glanced up, puzzled. His meaning flashed upon her, and she rose.
”Oh, not that! I will come,” she answered, and hastened to prepare the morning meal.
When they came to the tree-ladder, she found that the heap of stones built up by Blake to facilitate the first part of the ascent was now so high that she could climb into the branches without difficulty. She surmised that Blake had found it necessary to build up the pile before he could ascend with his burden.
They were at the foot of the heap, when, with a sharp exclamation, Blake sprang up into the branches, and scrambled to the top in hot haste.
Wondering what this might mean, Miss Leslie followed as fast as she could. When she reached the top, she saw him running across towards an out-jutting point on the north edge of the cliff.
She had hurried after him for more than half the distance before she perceived the vultures that were gathered in a solemn circle about a long and narrow heap of stones, on a ledge, down on the sloping brink of the cliff. While at the foot of the tree Blake had seen one of the grewsome flock descending to join the others, and, fearful of what might be happening, had rushed on ahead.
At his approach, the croaking watchers hopped awkwardly from the ledges, and soared away; only to wheel, and circle back overhead. Miss Leslie shrank down, shuddering. Blake came back near her, and began to gather up the pieces of loose rock which were strewn about beneath the ledges on that part of the cliff.
”I know I piled up enough,” he explained, in response to her look.
”All the same, a few more will do no harm.”
”Then you are sure those awful birds have not--”
”Yes; I'm sure.”
He carried an armful of rocks to lay on the mound. When he began to gather more, she followed his example. They worked in silence, piling the rough stones gently one upon another, until the cairn had grown to twice its former size. The air on the open cliff top was fresher than in the cleft, and Miss Leslie gave little heed to the absence of shade. She would have worked on under the burning sun without thought of consequences. But Blake knew the need of moderation.
”There; that'll do,” he said. ”He may have been--all he was; but we've no more than done our duty. Now, we'll stroll out on the point.”
”I should prefer to return.”
”No doubt. But it's time you learned how to go nesting. What if you should be left alone here? Besides, it looks to me like the signal is tearing loose.”
She accompanied him out along the cliff crest until they stood in the midst of the bird colony, half deafened by their harsh clamor. She had never ventured into their concourse when alone. Even now she cried out, and would have retreated before the sharp bills and beating wings had not Blake walked ahead and kicked the squawking birds out of the path. Having made certain that the big white flag was still secure on its staff, he led the way along the seaward brink of the cliff, pointing out the different kinds of seafowl, and shouting information about such of their habits and qualities as were of concern to hungry castaways.
He concluded the lesson by descending a dizzy flight of ledges to rob the nest of a frigate bird. It was a foolhardy feat at best, and doubly so in view of the thousands of eggs lying all around in the hollows of the cliff top. But from these Blake had recently culled out all the fresh settings of the frigate birds, and none of the other eggs equalled them in delicacy of flavor.
”How's that?” he demanded, as he drew himself up over the edge of the cliff, and handed the big chalky-white egg into her keeping.
”I would rather go without than see you take such risks,” she replied coldly.
”You would, eh!” he cried, quite misunderstanding her, and angered by what seemed to him a gratuitous rebuff. ”Well, I'd rather you'd say nothing than speak in that tone. If you don't want the egg heave it over.”
Unable to conceive any cause for his sudden anger, she was alarmed, and drew back, watching him with sidelong glances.
”What's the matter?” he demanded. ”Think I'm going to bite you?”
She shrank farther away, and did not answer. He stared at her, his eyes hard and bright. Suddenly he burst into a harsh laugh, and strode away towards the cliff, savagely kicking aside the birds that came in his path.