"'Where are you going to, my pretty maid?
O away Rio!
Where are you going to, my pretty maid?
We are bound to the Rio Grande.
O away Rio,
O away Rio,
O fare you well, my bonny young girl,
We are bound to the Rio Grande.'"
"Why didn't you call me, Paul?" she asked in a tone of protest, and she waited archly in expectancy8 of a kiss, but he did not seem to notice this. "Partners must play fair."
"Never mind, Emily. I can do so little for you. From now on it will be watch and watch and there will not be much that I can do for you."
The bending of a new fore2 upper topsail and straightening out the tangle9 of running gear about decks occupied most of the forenoon. It was not until after luncheon10 that the Daphne, with Emily at the wheel, lifted away to the eastward11 before a fresh northwesterly breeze.
Paul ran aft as the bark entered upon her task and stood for a moment beside Emily. The intoxication12 which she had first experienced alone at the wheel was again upon her. The breeze was dusting loose wisps of her hair into a halo which the sun burnished13 with fire. Bosom14 heaving, eyes alight, her whole virgin15 being alive, a-thrill with love and the sensation of the Daphne's motion, she presented a figure which would have given fame to any brush that could have limned16 it. She might have been Daphne herself, not fleeing from, but hastening with her fresh treasures to meet Apollo.
Paul felt that he dare not speak. He put his hand on the wheel to haul the bark half a point closer to the wind. As he drew it away Emily touched it impulsively17.
"Good strong, honest man's hand," she murmured.
Their eyes met in a flash in which her soul called to his and trembled when echo only seemed to answer it.
Paul turned abruptly19 away to stray the patent log over the taffrail. Then he went forward in silence. When he found himself a few minutes later staring out over the weather bow he wondered how he had gotten there. And the gold woman, watching him until he disappeared, kissed the wheel spoke20 his hand had touched and even again in the sweet agony of her love when she saw that it was flecked with the blood of his storm travail21.
That evening Paul established the rule by which he thought it best to work the ship. Emily would stand a watch and trick at the wheel of two hours and have three hours below. His watch would be three on deck and two below.
"It isn't fair, Paul," the gold woman protested when he explained it to her.
"It is fair, Emily. I wish I might spare you every bit of the coarse hard things you have to do."
"That's just it. You are always thinking of sparing me."
"Take your orders or go to your room," he said with a pretended seriousness. Emily started with a gasp22. Her thoughts leaped to McGovern's story of what had happened on the bridge of the Yakutat. This was what Graham had said to Paul that fateful night.
"I—I will take my orders," she answered in a low voice.
"Why, dear, what is the matter? I didn't mean to frighten you. I'm a ruffian. Do forgive me."
"No, you should forgive me. I had no right to question what you said. You know best."
She drew in beside him on the lee side of the wheel.
"I've been away from civilization so long that I imagine that I've forgotten how to speak decently to white folk."
"Then I should like to send ever so many men that I know at home where you have been."
"Bravo! But 'ever so many men'?"
"Well, they wear trousers."
"No, observant."
"I'm afraid you are a new woman."
"I am. I have just been reborn. Oh, Paul, I have never lived until now. I have never known what life meant. I have lived as one blind, incompetent24, thoughtless. Like most of those I knew before you came into my life I had just a vague notion that the earth was round. You know the kind."
"Yes. Take the fiction of civilization away from them and every nine hundred and ninety-nine would perish overnight."
"I saw them in extremity25 aboard the Cambodia. How many knew one end of a boat from the other? They were all thinking of living, crying to live, and hardly one out of ten knew what to do to save their most precious possession—life."
"There is a big thought behind what you say."
"You started it in me."
Paul looked over his shoulder at the sea. After a considerable silence he said:
"I wonder how many came through?"
"Here!" he exclaimed brusquely. "What are we doing? There is Polaris up there smiling at you, my lady."
His face was lit with a wonderful smile as he spoke. It drove the gloom from her mind which their reference to the Cambodia had produced. Soon they were off on an expedition to the stars, each in turn naming one and identifying its bearings. Paul had introduced Emily to this "game" the second night on the island, and then as now they lost themselves in it in a childish delight. His mental equipment was forever startling the gold woman. Where he had found the time to garner27 the store of knowledge that was his and to keep abreast28 of the times, leading such a life as he had for ten years, was a marvel29 to her.
"Ha! Ha!" Paul laughed suddenly as the cabin clock, which he had moved into the lounge, struck two bells. The laugh broke the spell of the stars which held Emily, only to weave her immediately in another.
"'I have shot back to Paris!'"
"'Come—pardon me—by the last waterspout,
Covered with ether,—accident of travel!
My eyes still full of star-dust, and my spurs
Ha! on my doublet! A comet's hair!'"
As he finished this snatch from Cyrano de Bergerac's sky-traveling tale, Paul pretended to pick a comet's hair from his sleeve.
"Oh, my beloved 'Cyrano'!" exclaimed Emily, identifying the lines. "Do go on," and in answer Paul went through the entire scene between Cyrano and De Guiche.
"And I will applaud—I will pay you thus," and the gold woman reached up and kissed the helmsman on brow and lip.
Thus they both came back from across the world and the four centuries whither the magic of the romantic lines had transported them.
"Come, Emily, didn't you hear two bells strike? You have let me waste nearly an hour of your watch below. Turn in."
"It has been an hour of magic."
She held her mouth up to be kissed. His lips barely touched hers and flashed away, and as she went through the lounge door, he murmured, still in the words of his Gascon hero, "'I soon shall reach the moon.'"
Fifteen days later the gold woman was at the wheel again, having relieved Paul to permit him to make his noon observations. It was a Sunday. She watched him tremulously, and strangely troubled, where he worked at the chart table in the lounge.
The days that had passed had been those of which sea-singers make their happiest, bravest songs—by sunlight azure33, cloudless sky, and wind-flecked, gem-shot, purple sea; by night an ermine-tipped deep, mirroring the star jewels and planet studdings of mystic, violet heavens. Through these halcyon34 days the Daphne had been winging her way ever eastward; flinging long sea leagues behind under the impulse of a driving, northwesterly wind. It had been as constant as a mother's love; with never a pause the bark had sped as she was speeding now, not as a hand-made fabric35 of steel and iron and wood and canvas and brass36, but like a living, sensate thing into which her maker37 had breathed a soul. The crispness of Spring was in the air—air which whipped the blood like young wine.
"Only a thousand miles more!" called Paul suddenly.
As he spoke Emily saw him rise quickly from the table and come toward her. The mask of joyousness38 which he wore was but a mask to her. It might have deceived anybody else, but this girl had come to understand him and read him as not even the woman who had borne him could have done. There was a constraint39 upon him. With each noon's tale of a shortening journey a relentless40 tide had seemed to carry him further and further away from her. After the first flush of the homeward flight he had sung no more of his sea songs unless she asked him. He had a guard up. A secret fear seemed to be gnawing41 at his heart. By instinct alone she read that he loved her; not by external signs.
"This is a smart little packet," Paul went on. "Just think of it—one thousand nine hundred and eighty miles in fifteen days! That's moving with nothing above a crippled mainto'-galluns'l on her! We did eleven knots for a stretch when that puff42 struck us at dawn this morning."
She belongs in New York and the Dreadnaught's her name.'"
With this couplet, singing it in her rich voice, as she had learned it from Paul, Emily made her answer. She did it with a bravery and pretense of light-heartedness which she was far from feeling.
"At this rate we'll not be spending another Sunday aboard the Daphne, partner. Eh?"
"No," she said and she kept her eyes averted44 as he took the wheel from her. She looked out over the lee rail and across the sea. Just over the end of the spanker boom, where it wheeled low down on the southwestern horizon, a white glint fixed45 her gaze. For a second she thought it was a large bird. Guiltily she held her breath as she discovered it to be a sail. She closed her eyes and afterwards she believed that in that moment she had prayed that Paul might not see it. But he had followed her gaze. Her heart went cold as she heard him cry: "Sail ho!"
A second later the Daphne was shaking in the wind.
"Here, Emily, take the wheel! Keep her shaking just as she is!"
Paul drew Emily to the wheel as he spoke and ran to the rail.
"It's a ship! Those are her skys'ls or royals we can see! She's bound this way!"
Emily's hands faltered46. The wheel rolled through them. The Daphne clawed up in the wind until she was nearly aback forward.
"Hard up! Hard up!" cried Paul in alarm.
Blindly Emily recovered herself and put the helm up. The Daphne fell off before the wind and her skipper turned again to the strange sail.
"No," he said. "She's outward bound—going the other way. We could never overtake her." He took the wheel again. "Better look at her, partner. It's a full-rigged ship. Not many of 'em left. Pretty soon the sea will know them no more. They'll be gone—like—like the dreams of yesterday."
In a few minutes the outward-bounder dipped out of sight, but even before she went a mist had shut her from Emily's vision. "Dreams of yesterday," her thoughts kept repeating.
Although the Daphne had been lying along in a beaten track of vessels47 for more than two weeks, this was the first sail to be sighted from her decks—the first vessel48 to come within her ken4 since the four-master with the painted ports had "arrived out."
"Don't feel badly, Emily," Paul said as the gold woman faced him. "Any hour may bring us up with a homeward-bounder."
"I do not feel badly," she answered, and her pride helped her mask her feelings. "But if we are going to be home by next Sunday we are going to have one more 'picnic.'"
With that she went forward to the galley. The preceding Sunday she had prepared a luncheon for both of them and they had eaten it at the wheel together. They had prepared for it a day ahead, talking childish make-believes of what they would wear and of the good things they would have to eat. Paul had stolen the time to shave. Emily had found a bit of pink ribbon and put it in her hair. This had been their change of apparel. Such a meal as the cheap, sea-sour provisions of the Daphne afforded had been the "picnic" luncheon of their fiction.
But Saturday of this week had slipped by and neither had spoken of a repetition. Emily had waited for Paul to say something. He had waited for her. Yet now he noted49 as she went forward that there was a bit of ribbon in her hair. And she had observed that morning when he had come on deck to relieve her at 10 o'clock that he was freshly shaven.
Of a sudden Emily paused in the midst of her "picnic" preparations, her mind stumbling upon the strangest thought that had yet come to her of Paul's inexplicable50 mood.
"Can there be another woman in his life?" whispered this thought.
Instantly there came to her mind the night on the Isle51 of Hope when she had heard him murmur18 in unconsciousness of a woman to whom he would soon come home.
She remembered that she had even prayed for this woman.
"Cherchez la femme." Nothing was truer than that. Always the woman. Her thoughts went wild. They began picturing the sort of woman who might have come into his life and who might be coming back into it. No; she would never come back into it, for if she had let him go when the blow fell, he was not the kind to let her back. Still love moved men in strange ways.
It was a sorry picnic that was spread on the Daphne's deck. It came to an end at 2 o'clock when Paul turned the wheel over to Emily and started forward with the dishes they had used.
"I think I shall break out some coal for the donkey," he announced.
"But it's Sunday, you know," said Emily, making a brave effort to smile. There was an invitation in her glance for him to remain, but he would not see it.
"And you've forgotten your sailor's litany," he answered:
"'Six days shalt thou work, doing all that thou art able; and on the seventh, holystone the decks and stow away the cable.'"
He smiled as he quoted the sea-grimed lines which the first shell back on the Ark must have turned. Then slowly he put down the dishes and irresistibly—a powerful magnet might have been controlling him—he was drawn52 aft to the gold woman. He took her face between his hands and kissed her as he had kissed her that day in the lounge. She dropped the wheel and staggered.
"My lover," she murmured.
"Darling," he whispered.
Just as the Daphne was striking aback the madness which was upon Lavelle passed from him and he seized the wheel. As he sent her off before the wind again the back draught53 of the shaking sails wafted54 to him a sulphurous odor which chilled the last drop of blood in his veins55.
"Emily, take the wheel. Keep her full—as she is."
"Paul, dear, what——"
"My God, we're afire!" he cried and sprang forward.
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intervals
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galley
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luncheon
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spoke
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