He was also a distinguished1 personage in a way; honored as a man returned from the grave, yet, at the same time, avoided as much as possible. In other words, he was feared, and he made the best of the situation by doing no work and drawing full allowances in food and tobacco.
He did not show the least outward gratitude2 toward Floyd for his rescue and restoration, and Floyd, in his turn, found himself somewhat in the same position as Timau.
Sru, while working just the same, showed considerable reserve in his dealings with his manager. A man who could bring a corpse3 back to life was not a person to be dealt with lightly, and the strange thing was, that Floyd's beneficent action did not seem to strike Sru in the light of beneficence. It was quite plainly evident that it was looked upon more as an act of evil than of good.
The other natives seemed of the same mind as Sru; they never laughed and tom-fooled now when Floyd was present—they worked better.
[Pg 153]Isbel seemed quite unmoved. He saw her now nearly every day when he came to the fishing camp; she had quite settled down in her new home, and seemed always busy, yet somehow to Floyd's eyes she seemed changed. It was toward the first week of Schumer's absence that Floyd became fully4 alive to this change in her. She was no longer a child. Just as some tropical plants bloom in a night, so in the course of a few weeks she had changed, at least to his eyes. It was as though a new person had come upon the island.
But the miracle of the change in her had touched him, too.
The whole world seemed suddenly altered. Life, in a moment, had become a different thing. Life, in a moment, had become worth living, the sky and sea bluer, the sun more friendly, the island more beautiful.
Isbel had not changed the least in her manner toward him, but the magic of life that had touched her had touched him through her. She was always in his thoughts—when he returned at night to the house, and when he returned in the morning to the fishing ground, when he lay awake at night and when he worked with Sru by day.
He was in love, but he did not recognize the fact for a long time, and even then he formed no plans and dreamed no dreams after the fashion of lovers.
The idea of Isbel was enough, the sight of her, the memory of her.
Had she shown by the faintest sign that she was thinking of him, it would have been different. The will to possess her would have at once arisen. But she[Pg 154] showed nothing, living and moving as remote from him as the moon that silvered the reef and shone upon the water.
One morning Floyd, who ever since the departure of Schumer had recorded the time by making a notch5 each morning on the doorpost, completed the forty-ninth notch. It was exactly seven weeks since Schumer's departure. He had lost all record of the day of the week. The Cormorant6 had been lost on a Wednesday, and on landing he could easily have reckoned the day by the time spent in the boat, but he had not troubled. Schumer had also lost the day of the week, but the loss affected7 them very little here, where even the hour of the day was of small account.
"He ought to be back in a fortnight," said Floyd to himself, as he sat down in the shadow of the house to smoke a pipe before starting for the fishing ground. "Wonder what luck he's had."
He sat smoking and reviewing the events that had happened since Schumer's departure and the take of pearls.
Since the capture of the pink pearl, luck had been very uneven8. All told, the take had amounted to a hundred and five, leaving out seeds and worthless specimens9. Of these only twenty were of any considerable size or value. There were also twenty-five blistered10 shells, which Floyd had put aside to be dealt with by Schumer.
The unevenness11 of the luck lay in the fact that during some weeks the catch would be quite negligible, during others quite good; some days would be blank, while on the other hand three of the best had been taken on the same day.
[Pg 155]To-day was to prove lucky, for when he approached the fishing ground, Sru approached him with a large oyster12 in his hand.
The natives ate oysters13 sometimes, always cooking them first, a strange thing, considering the fact that they would eat fish not only raw, but living.
This was one of the oysters destined14 for food. It had been opened, and when Sru reached Floyd, he lifted the upper shell, and, putting his finger under the mantel, raised it, disclosing a loose pearl.
It was as big as the great pink pearl, but of a virginal white. Floyd had experienced many sensations in life, but none so vividly15 pleasant as now at the sight of this thing fresh from the lagoon16, and in its strange home.
The pink pearl had been fished out of a mess of putrescence, but here was a gem17 handed to him as if by the dripping hand of the sea.
He took the oyster, carefully extracted the pearl, and held it in his palm, while Sru looked on, evidently pleased with himself, and the other hands stood around, glad of any opportunity to knock off work.
"Good," said Floyd; "you shall have two sticks of tobacco for this, and I will give the same to any one who finds another like it."
He put it in the box, trying to assume as careless a manner as possible, and then turned to the work of the day, ordering at the same time the idlers to get back to the lagoon.
When the day's work was over, Sru demanded his tobacco.
"To-morrow," said Floyd. "I will fetch it over in the morning when I come."
[Pg 156]But Sru, who was very much of a child, despite his size and strength, was not to be put off till the morrow. He wanted his reward at once, and Floyd, irritated, yet amused at his persistency18, ordered him to get into the dinghy and accompany him across the lagoon to the camping place.
Here he left him by the boat, while he went off to the cache for the tobacco.
He had to remove the tarpaulin19 to get at the case where it was; having finished this business, he turned to come back and, doing so, caught a glimpse of Sru.
Sru had left the boat and followed him unnoticed. He had been watching him through the trees, and must have seen the cache and its contents, the piles of boxes and bales of stuff, all half-glimpsed or hinted of under the tarpaulin.
A chill went to Floyd's heart. He remembered Schumer's words and his warning against letting any of the labor20 men land just here. Schumer had been so strict that even the Kanaka crew of the Southern Cross, who had helped to build the house, were never allowed to go beyond a certain point. And now Sru had seen everything.
The man was walking back to the lagoon edge when Floyd overtook him with the tobacco, and Floyd, furious though he was, could say nothing. Sru had broken no orders in following him, and to show any anger now would be the worst policy in the world.
He got into the dinghy, rowed over to the fishing camp, landed Sru, and returned. It seemed to Floyd that the capture of a big pearl always brought trouble. The finding of the pink pearl had been followed by the going off of Isbel, and now this had happened.
[Pg 157]He lit the fire for supper, and then set to prepare the meal. When it was over, he sat smoking and watching the starlight on the water of the lagoon. Dark ripples21 were flowing up from the incoming tide, round points of light showed here and there, the result of eddies22 or the splash of jumping fish; away, seemingly miles away, the camp fires of the pearl fishers showed spark-like in the blue gloom of night.
The camp fires fascinated Floyd. Isbel was over there, and over there, also, was Sru. Sru, with his yellow-tinged eyes, the scars of old battles on his body, night in his heart, and the knowledge of the cache in his head.
What a fool he had been to disregard Schumer's advice; the wise Schumer, who foresaw everything, had even seen his—Floyd's—stupidity.
Well, there was no use in complaining; the thing now was to make preparation for whatever might happen. The house door was strong and the walls, without being loopholed, had convenient spaces—"ventilation holes" Schumer had called them—through which a rifle might be fired.
He rose up and, going to the house, lit the lamp and began to overhaul23 the arms and ammunition24. This done, he retired25 to bed with a loaded rifle by his side.
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