men and women cannot
endure. I told you so at the beginning."
"Oh, yes; it is quite clear to me what you did." She was angry
again, and the
feminineappeal had disappeared. "You were very
discreet in your
warning. You took good care to warn me against
every other man in the Solomons except yourself."
It was a blow in the face to Sheldon. He smarted with the truth of
it, and at the same time he smarted with what he was convinced was
the
injustice of it. A gleam of
triumph that flickered in her eye
because of the hit she had made
decided him.
"It is not so one-sided as you seem to think it is," he began. "I
was doing very
nicely on Berande before you came. At least I was
not
suffering indignities, such as being accused of cowardly
conduct, as you have just accused me. Remember--please remember, I
did not invite you to Berande. Nor did I invite you to stay on at
Berande. It was by staying that you brought about this--to you--
unpleasant situation. By staying you made yourself a temptation,
and now you would blame me for it. I did not want you to stay. I
wasn't in love with you then. I wanted you to go to Sydney; to go
back to Hawaii. But you insisted on staying. You virtually--"
He paused for a softer word than the one that had risen to his
lips, and she took it away from him.
"Forced myself on you--that's what you meant to say," she cried,
the flags of battle
painting her cheeks. "Go ahead. Don't mind my
feelings."
"All right; I won't," he said decisively, realizing that the
discussion was in danger of becoming a vituperative, schoolboy
argument. "You have insisted on being considered as a man.
Consistency would demand that you talk like a man, and like a man
listen to man-talk. And listen you shall. It is not your fault
that this unpleasantness has
arisen. I do not blame you for
anything; remember that. And for the same reason you should not
blame me for anything."
He noticed her bosom heaving as she sat with clenched hands, and it
was all he could do to
conquer the desire to flash his arms out and
around her instead of going on with his
coolly planned campaign.
As it was, he nearly told her that she was a most adorable boy.
But he checked all such
wayward fancies, and held himself rigidly
down to his disquisition.
"You can't help being yourself. You can't help being a very
desirable creature so far as I am
concerned. You have made me want
you. You didn't intend to; you didn't try to. You were so made,
that is all. And I was so made that I was ripe to want you. But I
can't help being myself. I can't by an effort of will cease from
wanting you, any more than you by an effort of will can make
yourself
undesirable to me."
"Oh, this desire! this want! want! want!" she broke in
rebelliously. "I am not quite a fool. I understand some things.
And the whole thing is so foolish and absurd--and
uncomfortable. I
wish I could get away from it. I really think it would be a good
idea for me to marry Noa Noah, or Adamu Adam, or Lalaperu there, or
any black boy. Then I could give him orders, and keep him penned
away from me; and men like you would leave me alone, and not talk
marriage and 'I want, I want.'"
Sheldon laughed in spite of himself, and far from any
genuineimpulse to laugh.
"You are
positively soulless," he said savagely.
"Because I've a soul that doesn't yearn for a man for master?" she
took up the gage. "Very well, then. I am soulless, and what are
you going to do about it?"
"I am going to ask you why you look like a woman? Why have you the
form of a woman? the lips of a woman? the wonderful hair of a
woman? And I am going to answer: because you are a woman--though
the woman in you is asleep--and that some day the woman will wake
up."
"Heaven forbid!" she cried, in such sudden and
genuinedismay as to
make him laugh, and to bring a smile to her own lips against
herself.
"I've got some more to say to you," Sheldon pursued. "I did try to
protect you from every other man in the Solomons, and from yourself
as well. As for me, I didn't dream that danger lay in that
quarter. So I failed to protect you from myself. I failed to
protect you at all. You went your own wilful way, just as though I
didn't exist--wrecking schooners, recruiting on Malaita, and
sailing schooners; one lone, unprotected girl in the company of
some of the worst scoundrels in the Solomons. Fowler! and Brahms!
and Curtis! And such is the perverseness of human nature--I am
frank, you see--I love you for that too. I love you for all of
you, just as you are."
She made a moue of distaste and raised a hand protestingly.
"Don't," he said. "You have no right to
recoil from the mention of
my love for you. Remember this is a man-talk. From the point of
view of the talk, you are a man. The woman in you is only
incidental,
accidental, and irrelevant. You've got to listen to
the bald statement of fact, strange though it is, that I love you."
"And now I won't
bother you any more about love. We'll go on the
same as before. You are better off and safer on Berande, in spite
of the fact that I love you, than
anywhere else in the Solomons.
But I want you, as a final item of man-talk, to remember, from time
to time, that I love you, and that it will be the dearest day of my
life when you consent to marry me. I want you to think of it
sometimes. You can't help but think of it sometimes. And now we
won't talk about it any more. As between men, there's my hand."
He held out his hand. She hesitated, then gripped it
heartily, and
smiled through her tears.
"I wish--" she faltered, "I wish, instead of that black Mary, you'd
given me somebody to swear for me."
And with this enigmatic
utterance she turned away.
CHAPTER XXI--CONTRABAND
Sheldon did not mention the subject again, nor did his conduct
change from what it had always been. There was nothing of the
pining lover, nor of the lover at all, in his
demeanour. Nor was
there any awkwardness between them. They were as frank and
friendly in their relations as ever. He had wondered if his
belligerent love
declaration might have aroused some womanly self-
consciousness in Joan, but he looked in vain for any sign of it.
She appeared as
unchanged as he; and while he knew that he hid his
real feelings, he was firm in his
belief that she hid nothing. And
yet the germ he had implanted must be at work; he was
confident of
that, though he was without confidence as to the result. There was
no forecasting this strange girl's processes. She might
awaken, it
was true; and on the other hand, and with equal chance, he might be
the wrong man for her, and his
declaration of love might only more
firmly set her in her views on single blessedness.
While he
devoted more and more of his time to the
plantationitself, she took over the house and its multitudinous affairs; and
she took hold
firmly, in sailor fashion, revolutionizing the system
and
discipline. The labour situation on Berande was improving.
The Martha had carried away fifty of the blacks whose time was up,
and they had been among the worst on the
plantation--five-year men
recruited by Billy Be-blowed, men who had gone through the old days
of terrorism when the original owners of Berande had been driven
away. The new recruits, being broken in under the new
regime, gave
better promise. Joan had joined with Sheldon from the start in the
programme that they must be gripped with the strong hand, and at
the same time be treated with
absolute justice, if they were to
escape being contaminated by the older boys that still remained.
"I think it would be a good idea to put all the gangs at work close
to the house this afternoon," she announced one day at breakfast.
"I've cleaned up the house, and you ought to clean up the barracks.
There is too much stealing going on."
"A good idea," Sheldon agreed. "Their boxes should be searched.
I've just missed a couple of shirts, and my best toothbrush is
gone."
"And two boxes of my cartridges," she added, "to say nothing of
handkerchiefs, towels, sheets, and my best pair of slippers. But
what they want with your toothbrush is more than I can imagine.
They'll be stealing the billiard balls next."
"One did disappear a few weeks before you came," Sheldon laughed.
"We'll search the boxes this afternoon."
And a busy afternoon it was. Joan and Sheldon, both armed, went
through the barracks, house by house, the boss-boys assisting, and
half a dozen messengers, in relay, shouting along the line the
names of the boys wanted. Each boy brought the key to his
particular box, and was permitted to look on while the contents
were overhauled by the boss-boys.
A
wealth of loot was recovered. There were fully a dozen cane-
knives--big hacking weapons with razor-edges,
capable of
decapitating a man at a stroke. Towels, sheets, shirts, and
slippers, along with toothbrushes, wisp-brooms, soap, the missing
billiard ball, and all the lost and forgotten trifles of many
months, came to light. But most
astonishing was the quantity of
ammunition-cartridges for Lee-Metfords, for Winchesters and
Marlins, for
revolvers from thirty-two calibre to forty-five, shot-
gun cartridges, Joan's two boxes of thirty-eight, cartridges of
prodigious bore for the ancient Sniders of Malaita, flasks of black
powder, sticks of
dynamite, yards of fuse, and boxes of detonators.
But the great find was in the house occupied by Gogoomy and five
Port Adams recruits. The fact that the boxes yielded nothing
excited Sheldon's suspicions, and he gave orders to dig up the
earthen floor. Wrapped in matting, well oiled, free from rust, and
brand new, two Winchesters were first unearthed. Sheldon did not
recognize them. They had not come from Berande; neither had the
forty flasks of black powder found under the corner-post of the
house; and while he could not be sure, he could remember no loss of
eight boxes of detonators. A big Colt's
revolver he recognized as
Hughie Drummond's; while Joan identified a thirty-two Ivor and
Johnson as a loss reported by Matapuu the first week he landed at
Berande. The
absence of any cartridges made Sheldon
persist in the
digging up of the floor, and a fifty-pound flour tin was his
reward. With glowering eyes Gogoomy looked on while Sheldon took
from the tin a hundred rounds each for the two Winchesters and
fully as many rounds more of nondescript cartridges of all sorts
and makes and calibres.
The contraband and
stolen property was piled in assorted heaps on
the back
veranda of the
bungalow. A few paces from the bottom of
the steps were grouped the forty-odd culprits, with behind them, in
solid array, the several hundred blacks of the
plantation. At the
head of the steps Joan and Sheldon were seated, while on the steps
stood the gang-bosses. One by one the culprits were called up and
examined. Nothing
definite could be extracted from them. They
lied transparently, but
persistently, and when caught in one lie
explained it away with half a dozen others. One boy complacently
announced that he had found eleven sticks of
dynamite on the beach.
Matapuu's
revolver, found in the box of one Kapu, was explained
away by that boy as having been given to him by Lervumie.
Lervumie, called forth to
testify, said he had got it from Noni;
Noni had got it from Sulefatoi; Sulefatoi from Choka; Choka from
Ngava; and Ngava completed the
circle by stating that it had been
given to him by Kapu. Kapu, thus
doublydamned,
calmly gave full
details of how it had been given to him by Lervumie; and Lervumie,
with equal
wealth of detail, told how he had received it from Noni;
and from Noni to Sulefatoi it went on around the
circle again.
Divers articles were traced indubitably to the house-boys, each of
whom steadfastly proclaimed his own
innocence and cast doubts on
his fellows. The boy with the billiard ball said that he had never
seen it in his life before, and hazarded the
suggestion that it had
got into his box through some
mysterious and occultly evil agency.
So far as he was
concerned it might have dropped down from heaven
for all he knew how it got there. To the cooks and boats'-crews of
every
vessel that had dropped
anchor off Berande in the past
several years were ascribed the
arrival of scores of the
stolen