The sensation of falling ceased. There was a hardly perceptible pause amid a stinging smother3 of spray and then came the sensation of being lifted—of rising swiftly. She caught a breath and opened her eyes; and again from a seeming great height she beheld4 in awe5 the youth of the day striding across an angry waste of waters.
The terrific buffeting6 of the boat, under the gunwale of which she crouched7, had been going on for hours. Until this moment she had been only dimly conscious of it because the darkness gives one no background; no line of contrast by which the mind may measure its impressions. One thought only had lived persistently8: that her reason might leave her. It still endured. But the human mind installed in a normal, healthy body like hers does not break so easily. No one becomes insane quickly any more than one becomes a thief quickly. A long process of decay must precede.
As Emily's body readjusted itself to the cockleshell's wild movements her senses began to recover their power of apprehension9. She realized that she was clutching a hand—a hand she remembered snatching out of the night as the vortex of the sinking Cambodia seemed about to suck the boat down to the deeps. Through the eternity10 of blackness which had passed its touch had been her link to sentient11 life. She held it up now and saw that it was the hand of a strong man, with a strange ring of green jade12 upon it. The hand closed upon hers gently and trustfully.
Then, she became aware that a weight was upon her limbs and she looked down. A man's head lay in her lap just free of the foaming13 wash in the boat's bottom. It was the hand of this man that she clasped and that was clasping hers tightly. She bent14 closer, with a new fear starting in her heart for the face was very white. A stronger volume of light shot into the heavens. It was the man Whitridge—Lavelle!
The boat plunged15 from the crest16 of a gray-backed comber and ended its descent with a racking jerk. Emily Granville was thrown across Lavelle, her face pressed against his spray-wet lips. She struggled to draw away, but the sea, as if in mockery, held her close to this man and weltered them in its spume.
When the boat rose again she straightened with a shudder18. A wave of horror mixed with hateful revulsion swept over her. She tried to pull herself away from him, but the weight of his head and shoulders and a woman cowering20 at her side pinned her down. She freed one of her hands, but Lavelle's held the other in a grip which her strength could not break.
Then, gradually, her natural spirit of justice and humanity assumed rule, overcoming even what had been almost an obsession21 since childhood—her repugnance22 of physical contact. The water in the boat was so deep that she realized that if she put this man's head away from her lap it must sink. Perhaps he was dying—perhaps death had already claimed him and as this thought came to her she saw the open wound in his brow just back of another jagged scar.
The humility23 of shame bowed her head and her eyes filled with tears. This man had suffered this wound for her sake; he had come to her in the night when all hope had gone; he had snatched her from the clutches of wild beasts, who had shot him down even as he laid her in this boat. It was because of him that she lived.
She felt a tremor24 pass from Lavelle's body into hers. His lips parted with a sigh and he murmured something wearily. Then, his eyes opened for a second. He looked up into her face with the glance of a tired child, yet without recognition, and her heart gave a sudden fearful throb25. She thought it was pity and knew it not for the stirring of the eternal motherhood that is in all women.
A gust26 of wind swept Emily's thick plaits of golden hair across his face and his eyes closed again, the while a faint smile flickered27 across his lips like one returning to a pleasant dream. He snuggled his head closer against the thigh28 which was numb29 from pillowing it and the woman did not move.
Chang, looking down from where he stood over them in the stern, like a giant in bronze, nursing the boat up to a sea anchor, alone had glimpsed what had happened. He shouted something which Emily could not understand. Stooping quickly he slipped a hand through Lavelle's tattered30 shirt.
"More better," he said. "Him heart move. Him live—you live. Sab-bee?"
The Chinaman's glance and the forceful nod of his head conveyed a meaning greater than his words. They implied a task for her performance—the doing of what was in her power to do for this man.
A horrifying31 cry from forward straightened the giant in a flash. One glance ahead and he gave the big steering32 oar33 a mighty34 sweep. He seemed to lift the boat bodily out of the water. A stream of orders poured from his lips and electrified35 every bit of life in the cockleshell, save that in Lavelle.
It took but a glimpse overside to transport these sea waifs from their horror of the night into a terror of the day. Elsie of Shanghai started from Emily's side into a sitting posture36 only to hide her head again. A man with a pointed37 black beard rose to his knees between the second and third thwarts38 and gazed round him in terror. Two of the three Chinese in the bows seized oars40 and stood like warders at a gate.
The boat was riding in a mass of planks41 and railroad ties—the deckload of the stranger which had sent the Cambodia to the bottom. Every sea was armed and eager with death. Some carried their bludgeons and clubs openly; others hid them under their white-crested capes42, flashing them out treacherously43 and suddenly as the boat rode wildly to the assault. The sides and bottom of the boat would have been no more than paper under the slightest blow from a piece of this wreckage44: a touch and every life in it would have been flotsam. Hunger, thirst, and the terrors of the night were forgotten in the menace of the battle which the yellow giant at the steering oar captained with a master hand.
The white man, kneeling between the thwarts, began shouting orders and warnings. Chang, his thick cue streaming in the wind, his jaw45 set, his face as expressionless as a piece of parchment, seemed oblivious46 of what this white man did until he saw him start to heave his big form to a standing47 position. Then he hurled48 a curse at him that was like a blow—a curse learned of the sea and white men's lips.
But to the women the giant kept calling, "Bimeby him all go way!" and there was faith in his voice and it passed into their hearts. As often as the boat shuddered49 from an assault cheated of its death strength he abjured50 them to be unafraid. No white man could have been more gentle or thoughtful.
Through it all Emily Granville clung to Lavelle's hand as she had in the night. What the Chinaman had said kept forcing itself uppermost in her mind—if the man who lay across her lived, all would live.
Even as Chang had promised the boat passed out of the wreckage. The wind dropped suddenly and peace began its entrance into the sea's worried blue bosom51. The sun, leaping to its day's work overhead, touched the boat with its warmth. Emily, following Chang's glance round the horizon, saw a speck52 away to leeward53. It might be another boat he told her.
"Hi!" cried one of the coolies forward, pointing up to windward where the broken half of a boat went by.
"No good look him that way!" shouted Chang, but too late. Emily and Shanghai Elsie saw the grim sea grist and the body of a little boy in pajamas54 tangled55 in it. Their eyes met—the Magdalen's and hers of the sheltered life—and they wept together, cheek against cheek, in an understanding of woman's heritage of potential motherhood.
In the midst of Chang's tongue-lashing of the coolie who had discovered the wrecked56 boat, Lavelle stirred into consciousness. Elsie was the first to see his eyes open and stare upward blankly.
"Thank God he is living," she murmured. "Thank God!" and as she spoke57 he sat up with a start, tearing his hand from Emily's. He gazed round him wildly for a moment, his eyes finally settling on Emily with a gleam of recognition.
"You," he murmured in a tone of awe. Chang's chattering59 went unheeded. He passed a hand across his brow and at the touch the bullet wound over his temple began to bleed afresh. His head rocked with pain and he pressed it in both hands until it seemed that he must crush the skull60.
"Don't, don't," Emily protested, but he did not hear her. "You would better——You are ill. Lie down again, please."
"Somebody struck me——Oh, yes—they shot me. I don't know—I don't know why," and a low moan escaped from him.
The Shanghai woman begged him to lie down again, but he shook his head. He looked at his hands. They were wet with blood. Then he began to examine his shirt for something with which to bind61 his brow. It was sleeveless; the arms had been ripped out of the pits; the body of it was in ribbands.
"If I had something—to tie——" Lavelle began, and then called Chang.
"I have nothing" said Elsie, conscious for the first time that she had escaped from the Cambodia in only a black satin kimono and the flimsy silken nightdress which it covered. Even as she spoke Emily struggled up from the bottom of the boat to the fore-and-aft seat against which her head had been resting. With a splendid unconsciousness of self she opened the long tan coat—the one in which Lavelle had first beheld her—raised an outer black skirt and with a swift movement ripped off the deep hem17 of the night robe which it hid.
Lavelle was facing away from her, but he opened his eyes at that moment to see the strange man seated in front of him start up, with a smile of strange curiousness in his dark face. Emily saw this smile, too, with disgust, and hesitated in her purpose. Then she leaned toward Lavelle and said quickly:
"If you will bend back your head—a little."
He leaned toward her obediently and she bandaged the wound with an efficiency that brought nods of approval from Elsie and Chang, both ignorant of this woman's latent powers of hardy62 usefulness and physical capacity—the heritage of a pioneer stock that had torn a world out of a wilderness63.
"I thank you," said Lavelle simply and he faced her. "Just as soon as I get this blood pressure out of my head I will—things will be all right." She saw his jaw muscles flex64 with the pain which tore at him, and his thoughts were of the kindness and the bigness of heart that would let this woman touch him. She felt his eyes sweep over her from her slippered65 bare feet to the crown of her head, but there was something impersonal66 in his glance which cooled the resentment67 which flushed to her cheeks. It was not like the glance of the bearded man down between the thwarts.
It was this man speaking loudly and in a strange foreign accent, which she had unmarked before, that turned Lavelle away from her.
"We cannot be lying here idly like this," he was saying to Lavelle. He stood up as he spoke and threw a leg over the after thwart39.
"Who are you?" asked Lavelle quietly.
"If you had been about the ship you would know, Mr. Lavelle," he sneered69. "For your information I am Orloff Rowgowskii. I am a seaman—an officer—and I will take charge here. These ladies are intrusted in my charge."
Not a muscle of Lavelle's face moved. He spoke over his shoulder to Chang. He asked Chang something in Chinese only to have the giant blaze over his head angrily at the man who called himself Rowgowskii:
"Whachamalla you? What for! You clay-zee?"
The coolie drew the steering oar inboard, for it was now nearly a dead calm. A shake of Lavelle's head silenced his angry chatter58 instantly.
"My serang—Chang there tells me this is his boat; that he has been in command since we abandoned the ship."
"Yes," interrupted Elsie, pausing in wringing70 the water from her streaming black hair. "We wouldn't have been here now if it hadn't been for that Canton coolie." She broke off quickly in Chinese and spoke to Chang.
"He is a very good sailor—a very good sailor," said Rowgowskii. "He will be of use—and I will use you, too, Lavelle—properly, if you behave. If not——" He shrugged71 his shoulders. "I have the means to enforce obedience72." He glanced from Lavelle toward Emily and Elsie. "We shall have order here, ladies, and——You may trust me." From them he turned to Chang. "Tell those men to get that sea anchor aboard and set that sail."
"My flen, you more better sit down. Huh! You may get kill," said Chang.
Terror locked Emily's lips.
In that instant Lavelle rose like a rattler from a coil. There was a crunching77 of bone against bone as his fist landed full in Rowgowskii's face and sent him spinning overboard. The weapon spun78 in the air and fell at Emily's feet.
Lavelle staggered from the force of his blow. His eyes closed and he put his hands to his brow. He would have fallen if it had not been for Chang, who caught him and stretched him along the seat opposite Emily. There he swooned.
Emily shrank forward and away from him in terror. This was the Lavelle of the Yakutat who filled her dreams; this the brute79 who had shadowed her childhood and filled her nights with fearful shapes.
"What a fiend, what a fiend," she whispered to the Shanghai woman.
"He's a white man—you don't know—you don't understand," Elsie answered and raised a barrier between them with the words.
Both women, looking over the side, saw Rowgowskii swimming desperately80 toward the sea anchor. His cries for aid went unheeded by either Chang or the three coolies who were cowering in the bows. Chang picked up the revolver from the bottom of the boat. The act was portentous81.
"For God's love!" cried Elsie, beginning an appeal which trailed off into an outburst in the Chinese tongue.
Chang shook his head obdurately82. He nodded toward Lavelle.
"They're going to let him drown," she told Emily hysterically83. "Weren't enough drowned last night? This Chinaman will not do anything unless Captain Whitridge tells him."
"Him bad man. More better die," said Chang to Emily.
Again there was a cry from Rowgowskii and the boat moved with a quick jerk as he caught hold of the anchor drogue.
These cries brought to Emily Granville a memory so poignant84 and vivid that action was born of the shock. She moved swiftly from the Shanghai woman's side and shook Lavelle by the shoulder.
"Tell these Chinamen—tell them not to let this man drown!" she cried at him.
Lavelle sat up with a moan. His head dropped forward.
"Don't you hear? Haven't you murdered enough already? Are you altogether a fiend? Hear him crying now!"
Lavelle straightened. She shrank from the glance he leveled upon her. It was defiant85, fearless, burning with challenge.
"I never——" His lips, forming in a tense straight line, cut the speech off sharply at the breath of another word. The old look of pain came into his eyes—the pain she had seen there when he stood at the desk in the steamship86 agency—and he turned away.
Rowgowskii had crawled along the drogue and was hanging now to the bow. Lavelle hurled an angry order in Chinese at the coolies forward and they sprang to their feet. They dragged Rowgowskii aboard and dropped him in an exhausted87, shivering heap.
Chang moved aft to where Lavelle sank wearily on the seat built against the air-tank casing and handed him the revolver. He began an apology.
"More better him dead," he said, and Lavelle silenced him with one word that made the giant cower19 beside him like a dog under a lash.
Emily, seeing this, wondered, for she recalled, with a shudder, the fierceness of this big yellow man in the night.
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beheld
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sentient
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jade
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cower
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obsession
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humility
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thigh
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