at Apia to one of the Weir Line freighters. It's a long way
around, but still it would save time."
"This time the Upolu is going straight to Sydney," Young explained.
"She's going to dry-dock, you see; and you can catch her as late as
five to-morrow afternoon--at least, so her first officer told me."
"But I've got to go to Guvutu first." Joan looked at the men with
a whimsical expression. "I've some shopping to do. I can't wear
these Berande curtains into Sydney. I must buy cloth at Guvutu and
make myself a dress during the
voyage down. I'll start
immediately--in an hour. Lalaperu, you bring 'm one fella Adamu
Adam along me. Tell 'm that fella Ornfiri make 'm kai-kai take
along whale-boat." She rose to her feet, looking at Sheldon. "And
you, please, have the boys carry down the whale-boat--my boat, you
know. I'll be off in an hour."
Both Sheldon and Tudor looked at their watches.
"It's an all-night row," Sheldon said. "You might wait till
morning--"
"And miss my shopping? No, thank you. Besides, the Upolu is not a
regular passenger
steamer, and she is just as
liable to sail ahead
of time as on time. And from what I hear about those Guvutu
sybarites, the best time to shop will be in the morning. And now
you'll have to excuse me, for I've got to pack."
"I'll go over with you," Sheldon announced.
"Let me run you over in the Minerva," said Young.
She shook her head laughingly.
"I'm going in the whale-boat. One would think, from all your
solicitude, that I'd never been away from home before. You, Mr.
Sheldon, as my
partner, I cannot permit to desert Berande and your
work out of a
mistaken notion of
courtesy. If you won't permit me
to be
skipper, I won't permit your galivanting over the sea as
protector of young women who don't need
protection. And as for
you, Captain Young, you know very well that you just left Guvutu
this morning, that you are bound for Marau, and that you said
yourself that in two hours you are getting under way again."
"But may I not see you
safely across?" Tudor asked, a pleading note
in his voice that rasped on Sheldon's nerves.
"No, no, and again no," she cried. "You've all got your work to
do, and so have I. I came to the Solomons to work, not to be
escorted about like a doll. For that matter, here's my
escort, and
there are seven more like him."
Adamu Adam stood beside her,
towering above her, as he towered
above the three white men. The clinging cotton undershirt he wore
could not hide the bulge of his
tremendous muscles.
"Look at his fist," said Tudor. "I'd hate to receive a punch from
it."
"I don't blame you." Joan laughed reminiscently. "I saw him hit
the captain of a Swedish bark on the beach at Levuka, in the Fijis.
It was the captain's fault. I saw it all myself, and it was
splendid. Adamu only hit him once, and he broke the man's arm.
You remember, Adamu?"
The big Tahitian smiled and nodded, his black eyes, soft and deer-
like,
seeming to give the lie to so
belligerent a nature.
"We start in an hour in the whale-boat for Guvutu, big brother,"
Joan said to him. "Tell your brothers, all of them, so that they
can get ready. We catch the Upolu for Sydney. You will all come
along, and sail back to the Solomons in the new
schooner. Take
your extra shirts and dungarees along. Plenty cold weather down
there. Now run along, and tell them to hurry. Leave the guns
behind. Turn them over to Mr. Sheldon. We won't need them."
"If you are really bent upon going--" Sheldon began.
"That's settled long ago," she answered
shortly. "I'm going to
pack now. But I'll tell you what you can do for me--issue some
tobacco and other stuff they want to my men."
An hour later the three men had
shaken hands with Joan down on the
beach. She gave the signal, and the boat shoved off, six men at
the oars, the seventh man for'ard, and Adamu Adam at the steering-
sweep. Joan was
standing up in the stern-sheets, reiterating her
good-byes--a slim figure of a woman in the tight-fitting
jacket she
had worn
ashore from the wreck, the long-barrelled Colt's revolver
hanging from the loose belt around her waist, her clear-cut face
like a boy's under the Stetson hat that failed to
conceal the heavy
masses of hair beneath.
"You'd better get into shelter," she called to them. "There's a
big
squall coming. And I hope you've got plenty of chain out,
Captain Young. Good-bye! Good-bye, everybody!"