The castaways ate their pitiable rations4 in silence, but before this short time passed the island was moving in concert with the heave of the sea.
A shocking, sense-stunning crash where a part of the western cliff slithered down into the deep sounded the end of the meal. While the roar was dying away the eyes of the man and woman met and held in a glance of understanding.
"This is—is the end?" Emily asked in a low voice.
"I think—it is not very far off, little woman," he answered. He told her this truth because he knew hers was a spirit unafraid. By it she knew that he knew and understood many things which words might not encompass5.
"I thank you—so much," was her answer. She spoke6 with a frank gladness. But the slightest quaver was in her voice.
Lavelle left her to build up the signal fire. He felt certain that it was for the last time. It was to him the funeral pyre of a hope which died by the minute, and he laid on the fuel with unsparing hand. Some night-borne craft might by miracle see its gleam, yet the light of a moon in all the splendor7 of fullness lessened8 this remotest of possibilities to the barest minimum.
Although Lavelle was gone from the tent but a little while, it seemed an eternal time to the woman, who waited for his return. And when he came her eyes were dry; and she held out a hand for him to help her to her feet.
"I have no pain," she said, answering his protest. "I speak the truth. I wish to be out in the night—with you."
After the first step or two Emily walked freely and, indeed, the pain of her burns had passed away. The while Lavelle knelt to make a seat for her she stood sweeping9 the heavens with her luminous10 eyes. Across the northern sky a large star, falling, burst upon her vision.
"See!" she exclaimed, and then, turning toward him, she repeated Calpurnia's words to C?sar:
"'When beggars die there are no comets seen;
It was a night made for life and love and the joys of living—not death; a night to set the soul singing in gladness of being. It seemed to have garnered12 the uttermost spaces of their brightest jewels to bedeck its violet cope and make it the harder for this man and woman to say farewell to mortality.
Save in the intervals13 when Paul went to replenish14 the fire he sat at Emily's side, and together they watched and listened to the majestic15 travailing of the weariless, pitiless deep.
It was not far from midnight when the sea tore away half of the meadow and the palm tree. This bit of earth floated in their sight for but a breath. It was; then it was not. Where it had been was a patch of leaping, roiling16 waters, white-fanged like wolves at a kill.
Emily put out a hand and took one of Paul's.
"The end—it will come—like that—quickly," she whispered. "I will—will not be afraid—I am sure—if you will let me hold your hand."
Paul Lavelle could make no answer save pressing the gentle hand in both of his. It was sufficient to comfort her. After a long silence she asked:
"Why are you not afraid?"
"I don't know," he answered simply, "unless it is because I can't believe—that a marvelous creation like mankind stops—with what we call death. I can't believe that wondrous17 beings—like you—and Chang, capable of the sublimest18 thoughts and impulses—come and go and are no more. Rather I think that what we are facing is 'Yet a little sleep, a little slumber19, a little folding of the hands to sleep.'"
Nor was Emily conscious of her hand clasping Paul Lavelle's with love's tightness in its pressure.
"My father believed as you," she began, only to stop short as she felt him start. She had ever been on her guard against speaking of her people to this man, for she knew his sensitiveness as to the past. But once had she made reference to the tragedy which embraced her life and his. That was in the boat when she had assailed20 him to save Rowgowskii from drowning. Now she knew not what else to say.
"Miss Granville," he said presently.
"No, no, please don't!" she protested. "Not that tone; not that distance. Call me friend, comrade—just as you have been doing these past few days. Call me Emily. It would please me; it would sound—like home to—to hear somebody call me by the old name once more."
"Emily," Lavelle went on, "I should like you to know what happened that night on the Yakutat—the truth. If you——"
"No," she interrupted him. "If I say to you that—that I do not wish you to tell me, you will not misunderstand?"
"As you wish," he answered, but there was a chill in his voice.
"No, no!" she cried. "You do not have to tell me what happened. Don't you understand? I know. I know you to be brave—and true and upstanding. I know you acted as only one unafraid—fearless as you are, could have acted. And I thank God that he has given it to me to know you and—to understand!"
Her voice broke. Her eyes, swimming with tears, saw him turn toward the fire. A weight seemed lifted from him. She sensed the coming of a great peace to his soul.
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