CHAPTER XIII
THE WHITE LIGHT
With the approach of night our vigilance was doubled. There was nothought of sleep among the crew, and, with the twilight, there was adistinct return of the terror of the morning.
Gathered around the wheel, the crew listened while Jones read eveningprayer. Between the two houses, where the deck was roped off, Miss Leewas alone, pacing back and-forward, her head bent, her arms droppedlistlessly.
The wind had gone, and the sails hung loose over our heads. I stood bythe port rail. Although my back was toward Miss Lee, I was consciousof her every movement; and so I knew when she stooped under the ropeand moved lightly toward the starboard rail.
Quick as she was, I was quicker. There was still light enough to seeher face as she turned when I called to her:
"Miss Lee You must not leave the rope."
"Must not?"
"I am sorry to seem arbitrary. It is for your own safety."
I was crossing the deck toward her as I spoke. I knew what she wasgoing to do. I believe, when she saw my face, that she read myknowledge in it. She turned back from the rail and faced me.
"Surely I may go to the rail!"
"It would be unwise, if for no other reason than discipline."
"Discipline! Are you trying to discipline me?"
"Miss Lee, you do not seem to understand," I said, as patiently as Icould. "Just now I am in charge of the Ella. It does not matter howunfit I am--the fact remains. Nor does it concern me that yourbrother-in-law owns the ship. I am in charge of it, and, God willing,there will be no more crimes on it. You will go back to the part ofthe deck that is reserved for you, or you will go below and stay there."
She flushed with anger, and stood there with her head thrown back,eyeing me with a contempt that cut me to the quick. The next momentshe wheeled and, raising her hand, flung toward the rail the key to thestoreroom door. I caught her hand--too late.
But fate was on my side, after all. As I stood, still gripping herwrist, the key fell ringing almost at my feet. It had struck one ofthe lower yard braces. I stooped, and, picking it up, pocketed it.
She was dazed, I think. She made no effort to free her arm, but sheput her other hand to her heart unexpectedly, and I saw that she wasprofoundly shocked. I led her, unprotesting, to a deck-chair, and puther down in it; and still she had not spoken: She lay back and closedher eyes. She was too strong to faint; she was superbly healthy. Butshe knew as well as I did what that key meant, and she had delivered itinto my hands. As for me, I was driven hard that night; for, as Istood there looking down at her, she held out her hand to me, palm up.
"Please!" she said pleadingly. "What does it mean to you, Leslie? Wewere kind to you, weren't we? When you were ill, we took you on, mysister and I, and now you hate us."
"Hate you!"
"He didn't know what he was doing. He wasn't sane. No sane mankills--that way. He had a revolver, if he had wanted--Please give methat key!"
"Some one will suffer. Would you have the innocent suffer with theguilty?"
"If they cannot prove it against any one--"
"They may prove it against me."
"You!"
"I was in the after house," I said doggedly. "I was the one to raisean alarm and to find the bodies. You do not know anything about me. Iam--'Elsa's jail-bird'!"
"Who told you that?"
"It does not matter--I know it. I told you the truth, Miss Elsa; Icame here from the hospital. But I may have to fight for my life.Against the Turner money and influence, I have only--this key. Shall Igive it to you?"
I held it out to her on the palm of my hand. It was melodramatic,probably; but I was very young, and by that time wildly in love withher. I thought, for a moment, that she would take it; but she onlydrew a deep breath and pushed my hand away.
"Keep it," she said. "I am ashamed."
We were silent after that, she staring out over the rail at thedeepening sky; and, looking at her as one looks at a star, I thoughtshe had forgotten my presence, so long she sat silent. The voices ofthe men aft died away gradually, as, one by one, they rolled themselvesin blankets on the deck, not to sleep, but to rest and watch. Thelookout, in his lonely perch high above the deck, called down guardedlyto ask for company, and one of the crew went up.
When she turned to me again, it was to find my eyes fixed on her.
"You say you have neither money nor influence. And yet, you are agentleman."
"I hope so."
"You know what I mean"--impatiently. "You are not a common sailor."
"I did not claim to be one."
"You are quite determined we shall not know anything about you?"
"There is nothing to know. I have given you my name, which ispractically all I own in the world. I needed a chance to recover froman illness, and I was obliged to work. This offered the bestopportunity to combine both."
"You are not getting much chance--to rest," she said, with a sigh, andgot up. I went with her to the companionway, and opened the door. Sheturned and looked at me.
"Good-night."
"Good-night, Miss Lee."
"I--I feel very safe with you on guard," she said, and held out herhand. I took it in mine, with my heart leaping. It was as cold as ice.
That night, at four bells, I mustered the crew as silently as possiblearound the jollyboat, and we lowered it into the water. The possibilityof a dead calm had convinced me that the sooner it was done the better.We arranged to tow the boat astern, and Charlie Jones suggested a whitelight in its bow, so we could be sure at night that it had not brokenloose.
Accordingly, we attached to the bow of the jolly-boat a tailed blockwith an endless fall riven through it, so as to be able to haul in andrefill the lantern. Five bells struck by the time we had arranged thetowing-line.
We dropped the jolly-boat astern and made fast the rope. It gave me acurious feeling, that small boat rising and falling behind us, with itsdead crew, and its rocking light, and, on its side above thewater-line, the black cross--a curious feeling of pursuit, as if,across the water, they in the boat were following us. And, perhapsbecause the light varied, sometimes it seemed to drop behind, as ifwearying of the chase, and again, in great leaps, to be overtaking us,to be almost upon us.
An open boat with a small white light and a black cross on the side.