With the instinct which has been given to women alone to serve and watch by sense Emily awoke in the instant that Paul moved to a sitting posture3. Their glances met in a smile of trustful, mutual4 understanding.
"Well, partner," Paul said drily and looking round the Daphne, "we are a bit battered6, but I think we may say—we are still in the ring."
The humanness of the little speech lifted the cloud of the night from her spirit. She laughed. This man could fight as she had never dreamed it possible that human brain and flesh could, and when it was all over he could smile. She brushed away a mist which gathered on her lashes7 and struggled to her feet.
"And it is worth everything to be—be here in the ring—all the battering—all the strife—with you—a partner like you."
"Thank you. That pays for everything."
As Paul spoke8 he struggled halfway9 to his feet only to sink back again with his breath catching10 in pain. His left hand, with which he had tried to pull himself up, fell from the wheel. He compared it with his right. Both were swollen11 and purple. The cuffs12 of the oilskin coat dropped back and showed his shirt wristbands choking the flesh. But it was not his hands that hurt so much as it was his feet. They seemed ready to burst the shoes.
A sob13 broke from Emily at his helplessness. She dropped on her knees at his side and picked up his right hand. All the tenderness of her woman nature was alive in the instant.
"What is it, Paul? Your feet—your hands!"
Tears choked further utterance14. Alarm for his safety seized her. A terrible apprehension15 touched her heart.
"There never was a battle fought without somebody getting hurt." He tried to smile despite his pain. "Remember I was at the wheel a pretty long time."
"More than thirty hours."
"That long?" He nodded. "Please get me a knife—there ought to be one in the pantry."
Emily hastened below and returned with a small sharp carver. Paul held out both hands to her.
"Cut——"
She shrank from him with a cry. His smile at the thought which he read in her eyes made her study him with a strange, frightened glance.
"Not my hands—the wristbands, partner."
She severed17 the wristbands and the tears which fell on the bruised18 hands seemed for the moment to salve their hurt. He offered to take the knife then, but she knelt quickly at his feet and slashed19 the wet, binding21 leather from them. The while she did it he kept abjuring22 her to be careful not to cut off a foot by mistake. He would have been silent could he have known how sacred to this woman was the doing of this personal service for him. But it was just as well that he was not silent, for as she saw what the sea had done to him it took the last element of her will to keep from breaking down.
"Now you must go and lie down," she urged when she had helped him to get up to a standing5 position.
"No, I must keep going. I——"
He swayed and sank to his knees. His will nor her strength could keep him up. He gritted23 his teeth in rebellion.
"I must get up! I will—and go on!"
This came from him in a savage24 cry. He tried to rise again. He got one foot under him and then fell inertly25 with his back against the side of the lounge house. Abused Nature would have her due.
The sight of this strong man down, helpless, tore the heart of the gold woman from its moorings. She knelt beside him, agony blinding her with tears.
"Paul, you must listen to me," she pleaded passionately26. "You must let me help you inside—where you can rest—where I can do something for you—something to bring back your strength—bathe your hands and feet."
"No, no; not that," he protested faintly.
A gentle relaxation27 of mind and body was stealing over him under the pressure of the arm with which she supported his head.
"But you must," Emily went on. "It is my part—my duty, my privilege! I will do it! You must do as I say until you are well and strong. It will not be long."
The rebellion of his spirit grew quiet under the influence of her surpassing tenderness. He thought it pleasant to have somebody say must to him.
"Look, Paul, the ocean grows calmer with the minutes. The skies are clearing. There is nothing we could do——"
"But there's so much to do——" His senses began slipping away. He was able to murmur28 only, "Water," before a long blank came.
The gold woman looked round for the water canister which she had filled and brought aft when Paul had collapsed30 and fallen asleep. It lay overturned down to leeward31. Laying his head on a pillow she ran forward and refilled the canister. At the first sup which she was able to force into his month he opened his eyes.
"More, more," he pleaded when she would have taken the canister from his lips, thinking he could drink no more. "Oh, that is so good," he sighed, finishing the draught32. "I feel much better already."
Although Paul smiled bravely, his eyes betrayed him. Emily saw that he was fighting to conceal33 a great pain.
"Come, Paul." She lifted his head again. "You must try to get inside. You must do this for me."
"I'll do what you say," he answered in a whisper, and he summoned his last reserve of strength.
On hands and knees he crawled into the lounge, Emily taking as much weight from his swollen wrists as she could. She cut the oilskin coat from his shoulders so that he should not suffer the pain of having the sleeves drawn35 over his hands. She spread a berth36 deftly37, hurried below, and returned with dry comfortable clothing which she found in the lockers38 under the skipper's bed. The slop-chest supplies were soaking in the water which had come in before she had succeeded in shutting the alleyway door. She went below again and brought lint39 and bandages from the medicine chest. All of these things she did without suggestion. It was part of the new efficiency unto which she had won. Had she been trained to do what she did she could not have done it more thoroughly40. This man whom she served might have been her own child.
Watching her quick movements from where he sat on the floor of the lounge, Paul wondered whence she was drawing the strength that was denied him. Nor was it given to either of them to understand this strength which love can bring to its service. It is something not to be understood.
"Why are you able to do this and why am I——"
"Because you have rendered your service," she interrupted. "You made me rest. You stood alone through all the fight. At times I rebelled at it, but now I am glad. I slept this morning and——" She paused with a shudder41. "I know I must have slept—or gone out of my senses—during the storm. There are blanks—so many——We are all alone again, you know. The derelict——"
"I know. Please don't think of it now. Please——"
"No—we will not think of it," she said with an effort. "Come."
She bent42 over him to help him to the waiting berth. A plait of her hair swept his lips. He kissed it as she drew it back and tossed it over her shoulder. Her bosom43 touched his head. She did not know that she was but adding torture to his pain.
"No, partner," he protested quickly. "I have let you do too much already. Let me try alone."
By elbow and knee he crawled up on the berth and sat down.
"There," he said with a small note of triumph, and he was fearful of meeting her gaze, for he sensed that she stood waiting. "I think—if——See how she's heading, please."
He looked out through the door at the wheel jerking in its beckets like a horse champing a bit.
Emily went swiftly to the binnacle.
"West nor'west," she called.
"Then this breeze ought to be about nor'nor'west." He paused, and then added quickly as he saw her, in all her innocence44, coming back:
"If I could get something warm to drink—some coffee—or tea. Do you think——"
"But you——"
"I'm sure I can do a lot for myself now. See."
He lifted his arms over his head. By a levy45 on all his will he concealed46 the pain which tore him at the effort. It satisfied her.
"You shall have something warm to drink as soon as these hands can make it," she said, and as he heard her going forward he threw himself on the berth and buried his face in the pillow to smother47 the cry of anguish48 which his lips refused to stay.
Swiftly as Emily moved to her task, it took her longer than she had imagined it would to prepare something. The galley49 was in a litter of wreckage50 and the range was water-soaked where the sea had poured through the unprotected vent51 left by the swept-away stovepipe. When she returned aft again it was to awaken52 Paul from a doze53. In the meantime he had succeeded in changing into the dry clothing she had laid out for him. He had also bandaged his ankles and wrists.
The gold woman brought tea and hardtack biscuits and a jar of marmalade.
"It was the best I could do quickly," she explained, raising the chart table and placing the things on it. The table had fallen some time during the night and the silver watch lay dashed in pieces on the door, its parts mingling54 with the internals of the barometer55 which had been torn from its fastenings. The sextant, undamaged, lay where it had been hurled56 on the starboard bench or berth opposite Paul.
"It's all right, partner," Paul said as Emily discovered the broken things. "Don't worry."
When it came to drinking his tea his hands could not hold the mug in which she was compelled to serve it. She gave it to him mouthful by mouthful. The hot drink was stimulating57. There was satisfaction of hunger, too, in the biscuits and marmalade. She stopped feeding him and drank and ate something only when he closed his lips firmly and turned his face from her.
And all the while there was raging within him a battle against the impulse of his consuming love to take this wonderful innocent woman to his breast. Had he not won the right to tell her that he loved her? a voice within kept repeating, and always the specter of the past, armed with the resolution of silence he had formed two days before, cried: "No; unless you are a coward."
"I think I will sleep," Paul said presently, when Emily offered to rub and rebandage his ankles.
"Is it because you do not wish me to do it?"
"Why, no. Of course not."
"You thought nothing of doing it for me. You have done everything for me and with a tenderness that I can remember only as part of my mother. You are so tender and again you are so harsh—as hard and cold as steel."
"The sea makes one harsh——" He could not control his voice and he stopped short in fear of whither he might be led. He noticed then for the first time that Emily's skirt was clinging to her damply. "Do please go below and get into some fresh, dry clothing. The thought that you are looking out for yourself will help me to sleep. Do try to lie down, too."
"If there is nothing more I can do here I will go," she said obediently. "But it is a strange thing: With all the wetting I have undergone I have not the sign of a cold."
"Salt water ought to have at least one virtue," he answered. As he spoke he nodded for her to go below.
Paul Lavelle slept only for a few minutes at a time, if he really slept at all during the next couple of hours. He heard the gold woman descend58 the companionway and he followed her footsteps through the cabin. Even when all was quiet below and he knew that Emily must be lying down wakefulness rode his brain. He could see the future stretching away in loneliness without this woman in his life, and for the first time in all the suffering he had known he thought of a way out. In his blackest hours of the past ten years this had never occurred to him. To fight on to the end without cease, with never a let-up in the drive, had been the ruling impulse of his spirit. To fight on now in silence and give life to this precious woman; to stand up manfully no matter what the odds59, with his whole soul in the battle, until he should bring her to safety—this was the one course. After that there would be a way if it were denied him that he should not suffer death in the giving of life to her. A gnawing60 pain in his left hand finally drew his attention to it. He saw that the green jade61 ring which he had worn constantly since leaving Yokohama was choking the finger which it encircled. He sat up to take it off, and as he did so he was startled to hear a strange heavy footfall in the cabin. He was on the point of trying to rise when Emily came up through the companionway. It was her footfall that had alarmed him. As her head and shoulders rose above the teakwood rail around the staircase, the sun, now far down in the west, shot a golden beam through the port over Paul's berth. It touched her head with the fire of a divine beauty.
"Oh, I woke you," she whispered tremulously, and at the same time she sensed his depression of spirit.
"No, I was awake," was all he could say for the moment. It came from his lips in a barely audible voice.
To be loved by and by love to possess a woman like this—the world, aye a thousand worlds—were well lost! That was the thought which excluded everything else from his mind.
The glow of a sleep which had refreshed and restored lingered in the cheeks of the gold woman and in the tips of her shelly ears. Her mouth was retouched with its natural delicate scarlet62. Her sensitive nostrils63 quivered at the sunlight's touch. Her blue-shirted bosom, heaving ever so slightly from the exertion64 of climbing the companionway, moved the loose plaits of her hair hanging over her shoulders like ropes of molten gold. Hardship had drawn her features only slightly. Youth's capacity of quick recovery was hers. Physically65 she was little changed, but there was a subtle difference in her. Her whole being now seemed to breathe: "I have no doubt of life."
"I've changed and slept," she said as Paul's glance swept her. "I feel as if there had never been a storm."
She stepped backward with a smile.
"Are you laughing at them?" she asked. She drew back her skirt slightly and exhibited a pair of rubber sea boots which were inches too large for her. There was something boyish in the action that did draw a smile from Lavelle. "You are laughing," she went on, and pouted66 prettily67. "But do so as much as you wish. They're sensible."
"Right you are. They're the very thing for decks like this. We should have thought of them before."
"They're much too large, but I've put on socks and socks and stuffed the toes with things."
This statement of a most obvious fact brought a genuine laugh from Paul. It passed quickly as the pain caused by the ring reasserted itself.
"Oh, let me do that for you," Emily said, crossing to his side. Before he could object she had knelt by him and taken his hand. "Why did I not think of this hours ago? Poor, poor fingers. Am I hurting you? There?"
The perfume of her hair, of her breath, of her whole being was about him. As the ring came off his hand closed on hers and he slipped the jade, with its strange seal in Chinese hieroglyphics68, over her third finger. It was her left hand that he had chosen.
"I want you to take this, Emily—to wear it." He was fighting hard to control his voice. "Chang gave it to me the day I left Yokohama—when the old chap thought he would never see me again: the day you and I met."
"But, Paul, I——Poor old Chang would——"
"You must keep it. Have I never told you what it says—that seal?" She shook her head. "In Canton there is a very old temple. It is doubtful who built it. It stands near—not far from the Hall of the Five Hundred Wise Men. This seal is copied from its altars: 'Man has many reckonings with man, but only one with God.'"
The gold woman looked up, starting to repeat the line as Paul finished it. What was on her lips died there, unutterable in the light of his gaze, and what it awakened69 in her. Her eyes flashed back to his an answer of fire. The barriers of his determination crashed.
"Oh, my darling!" he cried in anguish, and he drew her head to his breast.
"Oh, I love you, woman of all the world, love you, love you! I am living alone by the power of this love. It has been mine for ages. It has been—it is my strength! It is my soul! It is the breath of my soul! Its single impulse, its desire, its law, its life!"
He held her from him and searched her face.
"And I love you. I have always loved you, my——"
In silence they held each other's gaze in adoration72 until suddenly a shadow of dread73 darkened the man's face.
"Another storm such as we have just passed through——We could not live through it, darling. There was hardly a minute of last night or the day before which did not come armed with a summons to judgment74. And, oh, the bitterness that was mine when I thought that you could not know; that I could not tell you what was in the soul of me!"
"But, Paul, even had death come to us then, I should have known it—afterward75. I should have known it and you would have known that I loved you."
"Darling," he murmured, and yet, as he kissed her eyes, the specter of the past laid its cold finger upon his lips. He drew back. "Some day you may hate me."
"Paul, Paul! Stop!"
"If we live the days will come when—I come to you a broken, spurned78 thing. I have no place among the men of my people. I am wild! Crazy! My tongue should be torn from me for telling you what I have. I have no right to tell—I have no right to love! And you of all women——Emily, there is something—that night on the Yakutat, I must tell you—we cannot——"
Her hand closed his lips.
"No, no, no, Paul. You mustn't. I know. There is nothing to tell me. There is no past to come between us. From the moment that I knew on the Cambodia that you were Paul Lavelle I knew the truth. There is no past. But there is a future, my darling—our future." She drew his head to her and kissed his eyes. "My fearless stars. For my faith's reward I ask only this: Your silence until I say you may speak. Promise."
"I promise," he answered, with a strange, indefinable hope burgeoning79 in his heart.
As he spoke the sun passed from the ports of the lounge and brought Paul Lavelle from his dreaming to the reality of a peril80 which he had too long forgotten. Emily read his thought.
"I will go forward and prepare our evening meal," she said. She kissed him and went out of the lounge, and at her going torment81 ruled his heart.
"My God, what have I been doing! What have I been thinking? Where is my manhood that I should be lying here sacrificing her? What a weak, shameless love mine must be!"
A feeling of abasement82 scourged83 him as each thought clamored for an answer. Although his body rebelled, he arose and kept his feet. Groping below, he found a pair of boots which would admit his ankles and went forward.
"Paul, you must go back. You must rest," she commanded. "It's clear. Go back. How can you stand?"
"There's too much Irish in me, dear," he answered, forcing a smile. "You must never let an Irishman stop to nurse his hurts. He can't keep his mind on pain and the fight at the same time."
"But the fight is over."
"It's never over—when the sea's on the other side."
He was determined85 and she wisely forbore to say anything else about his physical condition. The meal that she prepared—the hot coffee, the warmth of the galley fire—brought life in them to a glow. Tomatoes formed one of the dishes she cooked. Paul shuddered86 at the sight of it.
"Not unless I am starving," he said solemnly.
As they rose from the meal Emily sensed that something was lacking.
"Isn't there something else, dearheart? What is it you wish you had?"
"A good cigar—a big, fat, black fellow!" he laughed. "Then, the world would be complete." His glance interpreted his meaning.
"But there is tobacco aboard to chew," she suggested with a smile.
"I never attempted to chew tobacco but once in my life. I was only a little fellow visiting my grandmother's. The gardener provided it, or rather I took it from his workbench. Just as I settled down to prove to myself that I was a man grandmother called me into the house. I was caught. In my fear I swallowed the cud." He made a wry87 face and then went on in a dreamy way: "During the storm—whether it was last night or the night before, I can't remember—I thought if I could only get a piece of tobacco to chew there was no storm that blew that could put me down. Funny, wasn't it?"
Emily was silent, nor did Paul seem to notice it. She could think only of what his stress of mind must have been during those long black hours.
It was his last personal reference that evening to what had happened during the two nights and a day of the Daphne's war with the sea. She felt that he did not wish to speak of it. Nor did she.
"As soon as the stars come out I am going to find out where we are——" Emily interrupted him with a laugh. "Where the Daphne is," he added, catching her thought, and joining her laugh.
"I am with the stars, Paul. I feel as if we were alone in space together."
She was standing beside him, looking out through the galley door at the setting sun. He stooped and kissed the crown of her head reverently88.
He told her presently that it was more important to put the bark in a condition to get away from where she was than to find out where she was. One thing was certain: the Daphne had plenty of sea room. The weather promised fair and therewith he summoned all his strength to take advantage of it.
"Bully90 old crew," he said to the engine and patting its piston91 in the familiar way men come to treat inanimate things which serve them. "Only you can't go aloft. You can set sail, but you can't furl it. But you're not going to fail us. You won't, will you?"
He was starting aft to fill the lamps there when Emily came to the engine room door. The impulse of action that was driving him was in her, too.
"Only give me something to do, Paul, and I'll do it just like a real sailorman."
"Keep your eye on this steam gauge92. When it goes to sixty, open the fire door. It mightn't be a bad idea if you learned to sound the ship. There's the sounding rod on that hook. You will find the well between the pumps. Come. I'll show you."
"I know where it is," she said eagerly.
A half-foot of water was sloshing in the port alleyway and in and out of the rooms opening upon it as Paul entered the cabin. He found the plug of a scupper just inside the door and pulled it out. Glancing out on deck, he saw the vent of another scupper. He located this in the mate's room. As he pulled the plug free and withdrew his hand a sheet of paper stuck to it. Half curiously93 he carried it into the after saloon where he filled the lamps which would be most useful. It was some writing of the poor Sussex lad's, was his thought. As he lighted the first lamp the paper caught his eye again. He picked it up. The first line startled him and led his eyes leaping through the rest of the water-blurred text in a breathless comprehension.
"In the name of God, Amen: Being of sound and disposing mind, I, Emily Granville, spinster, of San Francisco, California, do declare this my last will and testament94: After the payment of all just debts the rest, residue95 and remainder of my estate, real and personal, wherever it may be, of which I die possessed96, is bequeathed to Paul Lavelle, sometimes called Whitridge. I hereby revoke97 all wills heretofore made by me. In the event of the said Paul Lavelle, sometimes called Whitridge, not surviving, I direct that one-fourth of my entire estate be divided, share and share alike, among those named in said former wills and that the three-fourths remainder be converted by the State into a fund to be used and administered by the State for the succor98 and assistance of all persons, regardless of race or creed99, who may suffer by disaster upon any of the seas. I further direct that this fund shall be known as the Lavelle-Granville fund. If any heir under the said former wills shall contest this will, Paul Lavelle surviving or not surviving, they shall forfeit100 to him or the said fund any interest they may have had or may claim in the said estate and receive $1. I do this in the realization101 of the imminent102 peril of death and as a testimony103 to the genuine manhood of Paul Lavelle; and also in memory of my father. My faith is that Paul Lavelle in justice must survive and that this will shall come to the eyes of men properly and without suspicion. The language I have used is remembered from my father's will with the hope that it will be binding legally.
"Aboard the bark Daphne at sea, March 31, 191-.
"Emily Granville."
Paul Lavelle read this wonderful document a second and even a third time. It was epic104 in his sight. He really had no distinct thought. His mind was whelmed by awe of the character of the gold woman which the wet sheet of paper revealed. There came to him a picture of her writing at the desk in Elston's room on the evening of the day they had come aboard the Daphne. It was then that she had written this will. He kissed the paper because it seemed part of her and then tore it into little bits.
Emily was withdrawing the sounding rod from the well when Paul returned to the deck. Plainly she was in distress105.
"I'm afraid, Paul, I'm a poor sailor," she said as he came to her side. "I can't tell anything from this."
Paul took the rod from her and dried it.
"You sounded as the ship rolled. The way to do is to wait until she comes on an even keel. Like this. Now."
"That is just the way I did."
A moment later he hauled the rod out and gasped106 in dread. It showed four and one-half feet of water in the Daphne's hold!
There surged through him a second later the rage with which he had met and fought the storm. Here was a new and unexpected gage107 of battle. It swept from him the last vestige108 of pain and fatigue109. Instantly the suggestion of flame, characteristic of the man in action, marked his every movement.
"She's an iron vessel110 with a coal cargo," he hurriedly told Emily. "If the storm has strained her——" A mist came into his eyes and he glanced overside. "That cursed sea isn't going to get you! It isn't! Come on!"
Emily exhibited but a momentary111 apprehension of danger. The joy of working with Paul in a freely admitted equality swept it away. The only recognition of her femininity was his insistence112 upon her wearing a pair of gloves which he had brought from McGavock's room.
Together they got the pumps rigged to the donkey engine and started them sucking two black streams out of the hold.
"Two hours will tell us whether the enemy's in force or not—maybe sooner," Paul said as he left Emily to go about the ship with a lantern to discover if possible if the Daphne had sprung a leak in her topsides. When he came to the fore29 hatch his hopes lifted at the thought that the sea might have entered here through the uncalked and untarpaulined covers. It was a dreary113 tangle114 of hamper115 which met his gaze in this part of the vessel. For an instant he was puzzled to observe that everything he touched left a black, oily smear116. He crawled up under the forecastle head and there found what he considered an explanation of the Daphne's survival. Two barrels of engine oil were lashed20 to the heel of the bowsprit. One of these had been sprung by the storm and was still weeping its contents upon the deck. It was this oil running out of the hawse pipes and the scuppers which had calmed the bark's tempestuous117 way.
This discovery relieved Paul's mind. He had felt compelled to believe that at times during the storm either he or the vessel had been bewitched. In all his long experience he had never seen a vessel make such good weather of things as the Daphne. If he had been in command with a full crew under him he would have poured out oil just as accident had done it. Going aft he paused to tell Emily about the oil and to report everything apparently118 tight forward.
"A barrel of oil didn't stand for more than thirty hours' steering119, did it?" she asked, with pride flashing from her eyes.
In silence Paul went on aft to complete his examination of the ship. It felt strange to have a champion. He found the cabins practically free of water. Everything seemed tight. He stopped for a second in the derelict's door.
"Poor old fellow was out of his head," he muttered. There came to him a picture of the stranger's departure. The loss of this man, with only a flicker121 of life and mind in him, was but a small thing compared with the destruction of the four-master and all hands in the fullness of strength. But the thought of the derelict moved Paul with a great tenderness. This man had known his father.
"He believed I was 'The Prince,'" he mused122. "Well, father, if there's any way of knowing—and I'm sure there must be—you know I've tried to play the game squarely."
An unsettling thought broke in upon this. What had made him think that the derelict was Driscoll, a quartermaster of the Yakutat? He shut his mind against what he believed was a vagary123. There was no doubt that he must have been out of his senses many times during the storm.
Making his way through the lounge to the poop he paused to examine the sextant. It was undamaged. It made him think of the chronometer124. He hurried below to the chart room and wound it and then went forward.
The pumps were still bringing forth125 their two black streams. Emily stood beside them oiling their bearings with the touch of an engineer.
"I can't make out where this water is coming from. Either she's strained or it pounded in through the fore hatch," he told her. "Everything about deck seems all right. I've looked overside, too. Everything seems all right there. Her masts went clear of her. How did you manage to close that bulkhead door all alone?"
"I don't know, Paul," she answered frankly126. She winced127. "I don't know where I found the strength to do it. The whole sea was coming in, it seemed. I remember I was very angry. But I have been thinking about the stranger——" Her eyes filled with tears. "Could it be that I—I shut him out in the night—in that——"
"No, no, dear, put that thought away from you forever. He was gone beyond human aid or recall before you got below. I remember your going away from the wheel to do something. You had hardly closed the lounge door when——Let us not think of it."
"He was——" Emily interrupted.
"Let us shut out every thought of those two nights, dear, as long as we can. Shut it out with the past. Soon enough black nights like that will come between us. Won't you try?"
As Paul spoke he took one of her gloved hands and patted it. There was an appeal in his gaze: a flash of the old pain which she had been praying she might never see in those gray eyes again.
"We will not think of it, my 'prince,'" she answered.
With a quick smile he turned away and went forward. She watched him until he disappeared through the door of the sail room in the port side of the forward house.
In less than two hours there was a sudden cessation of the black streams from below and a weird128 moaning of the pumps where their plungers pounded emptily.
"Paul! Paul!"
The gold woman sent this cry forward, and as she did so she cut off the steam as she had seen Paul do. She thrilled at the sight of the engine stopping at the touch of her small hand. She was laughing as he came to the engine room door and saw what she had done.
"The pumps——There is no more water!" she cried eagerly.
"Give her another turn and let me hear," he said, and he went to the mainmast.
Now the engine turned over at a twist of her wrist.
"Avast!" called Paul at the sound of the dry plungers.
The engine stopped instantly at the word of command. "We're all right, Emily. That water must have pounded through the fore hatch."
She met him with a laugh of sheer joy which made her even white teeth gleam. It was joy at the lifting of the cloud which had fallen upon both of them at the discovery that the Daphne might have sprung a leak. It was joy, too, that comprehended an ability to do things with her hands.
"I think I should rather be engineer than mate, Paul. It is a lot of fun making this engine go and stop."
"You will have an opportunity to be mate, engineer, and midshipmite in another couple of hours. We are going to have a bit of a moon to-night and I am going to get as much sail bent as possible."
Under the stimulation129 of some strong coffee they began immediately afterward to bend sail. With the donkey engine's aid it seemed ridiculously easy to snake the heavy rolls of canvas out of the sail room and hoist130 them aloft. Emily, with a woman's natural quickness, had the trick of using the hoisting131 drums in perfect control five minutes after Paul explained it to her. It did not surprise him nor was this so because of any personal reason. She thought when he told her that she was as good a working force as any two sailors and better than as many men landlubbers, that it was but an impulse of his natural kindness cheering her.
"Not a bit taffy, dear," said he, noting her doubt. "Every word true. Only thing a woman lacks is bull strength and perhaps judgment in personal matters."
The gold woman laughed.
"Are you arraigning132 my judgment?" she asked.
"No, but what I said is quite true," he continued seriously. "You can take a woman or girl or boy and in one trick at a wheel teach them to steer120 better than men who have spent a lifetime at sea."
Emily got that pleasure out of the tasks in which she helped which comes to one working under the direction of another who knows what he is about. Nothing seemed too hard; nothing seemed hard enough. The will of the man was inspiring. As she watched him climbing aloft or dropping below along a shroud133 or backstay it seemed impossible to believe that he had been down and helpless but a few hours before.
The moon came to light their work. By about 10 o'clock they had bent a new foresail, a new spanker, and new boom jib.
"That much will give us another little lease on this world," Paul said as he called quits for the night. "To-morrow morning we'll get a couple more rags on her, after some fashion."
But his work was not done. The while Emily prepared a snack of supper he went aft and took two stellar observations. The reckoning that they gave him was, indeed, startling. The Daphne was five hundred and eighty-five miles northeast of her last position! The navigator could hardly believe his eyes. He took a third set of observations. The result was the same. There had been times during the storm when he had realized that the Daphne was driving with terrific speed. But he had anticipated nothing like this. Yet in this moment the sight of her clean clipper underbody came to him as he had seen it the morning he and the gold woman swam out from the Isle134 of Hope. Allowances for the distance made from the first noon until the time the storm had struck the Daphne and of her drift all that day gave him the wonderful speed average of more than sixteen knots an hour while the storm lasted. Still doubt lingered until he drew out of his memory a day's work of the famous clipper Flying Cloud—433? statute135 miles from noon to noon.
The Daphne, by this reckoning, was lying in the great circle sailing track of vessels136 bound from the Japan coast toward San Francisco and Puget Sound. All thought of trying to make the Hawaiian Islands left him. The California coast lay less than three thousand miles to the eastward137. The prevailing138 winds in this track from then on would be from the west and northwest. The Daphne, with fair weather, should be able to make this distance in a month. If no vessel should rescue them they could win home in that time.
"Oh, you Daphne packet!" he cried in glee as he hurried forward to tell Emily the good news. He went with a snatch of "The Dreadnaught" bursting from him.
"'With everything drawing aloft and alow
She's a Liverpool packet! Lord God see her go!'"
Emily was on the point of going to the galley door to call him when she caught that bit of heart-lifting song. A wild, compelling note of the sea was in it.
"We're homeward bound in a clipper ship, lassie!" he called as he discovered her. Nor would he eat or drink until he had told her where the storm had carried the Daphne and what it meant to them. He was like a big, wholesome139 boy and she told him so. His enthusiasm stirred her with a desire to be under way immediately. The Daphne became personal in the gold woman's thoughts as Paul described her capabilities140, and therewith she understood the love of a man for a ship which women rarely do.
"Unless we're picked up by some other vessel we'll be up with the Golden Gate in less than a month!"
Emily's face clouded at the suggestion of another vessel rescuing them. Paul laughed.
"You may not understand, but I wish we might sail the Daphne into our own home port. Think what a prize it would mean to you."
A hope lived in his heart for an instant that this might come true. It was gone when he answered her.
"The first vessel that comes along we go in her, lassie; and leave the Daphne to the sea."
Yet as Emily lay down in the lounge a little while later and saw Paul hang a light of distress in the mizzen rigging, the strange wish that it would go unseen was uppermost in her heart. She wanted the Daphne to remain his, but she would not admit to herself the reason upon which that hope was predicated.
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