SATISFACTION—DISSATISFACTION—AND A CONTEMPLATED ARRIVAL. First thing next morning Murkard went off to the township. He was gone about an hour, and during that time Ellison seemed to live a lifetime. Fearing that his face might frighten his wife, he found work for himself in the store and among the boats. Everything seemed to conspire to remind him of his position, and every few moments the inevitable result would rise before him in a new light and fairly take his breath away. Times out of number his patience got the better of him, and he went down to the shore to see if there were any sign of the boat's return. When at last he did make it out, his heart seemed first to stand still and then to throb until it felt as if it would burst his chest asunder. Nearer and nearer came the white sail, gleaming like a flake of ivory on the warm sunlit sea. When she drew alongside the jetty one glimpse of Murkard's face told him that the errand had been satisfactorily accomplished. "Well," asked Ellison anxiously, as soon as they were inside and had shut the door, "how have you succeeded?" "Admirably, so far. I have dispatched the cablegram, and by this time to-morrow we shall know our fate." "But what proof have you that they will believe your tale?" "The Government Resident's word. He has guaranteed the truth of my statement." Not another syllable did Ellison utter. His lips moved, but no sound came from them. Then suddenly, with a little cry, he stretched out his arms towards the counter as if to sustain himself, and missing that, fell prone in a dead faint upon the floor. In a minute or two Murkard had brought him back to consciousness. "What on earth's the matter with you, Ellison?" he cried. "You're surely not going to give way now that the business is accomplished?" "I don't know," the other replied shamefacedly, as soon as he was sufficiently recovered to talk. "I suppose the anxiety has been too much for me. My wife must know nothing of this, remember." "Trust me. And now I shall advise you to keep very quiet until the answer comes. There is nothing to be gained by knocking yourself up, and everything, whichever way you look at it, by being calm." "But, Murkard, for the life of me I don't understand how you managed it. No family in the world would advance such a sum without full and strict inquiry." "Can you trust me, Ellison?" "Implicitly—but——" "There must be no 'buts,' I have taken the matter in hand. The Government Resident, who believes in me, strangely enough, has guaranteed the authenticity of what I have said. I have put the matter clearly before your family, and I leave it to their sense of justice to do what we ask. Remember if, as I said last night, there is any blame to be incurred by anyone, I take it." "Murkard, I am not fit to look you in the face. I am a cur of the worst kind." "Hush! hush! you mustn't say such things of yourself." "But I mean it! I mean every word I say! I am not fit to——" "Whatever you are, Cuthbert, I don't want to know it. I have told you before, and I tell you "You have been the truest friend that mortal man ever had." "And I shall continue to be until the day of my death. Whatever you may do, right or wrong, I shall stand by you. Never doubt that." "Silas, I have a good mind to make a clean breast of everything to you." "No, no! Don't tell me anything. I would rather not hear. All I want to know, I know. The rest lies outside the pale, and is no concern of mine." "But it does concern you. It concerns you very vitally, more vitally than you think." "Then I refuse to hear it. If you attempt to make me, I shall be compelled to leave the place, to go away from the island." "You are very obstinate." "No, old friend. It is only kindness to you and your wife that makes me do it. Now I must get to my books. If this money is to arrive, we must be prepared for it. I see a golden future ahead of us." Ellison passed out of the door saying to himself, "And I only ruin and disgrace." He spent the rest of that day as one in a dream. Next morning Murkard again set off for the township. In an hour he returned jubilant. Ellison saw his boat approach, from the store veranda, and hastened down to meet him, his heart beating wildly. Murkard waved to him from the boat. "It is done!" he cried, as he stepped ashore, his usually pale face aglow with excitement. "The cable arrived last night! A thousand pounds is placed to your credit in the bank. The rest will follow in a month. Good Heaven, Cuthbert, what is the matter?" Ellison had thrown himself upon the sand, and was sobbing like a little child. "Poor old chap!" said Murkard, seating himself beside him. "You're overwrought. The waiting has been too much for you. Never mind, now we are safe. The money is here, our credit is restored. Shell has gone up in the London market, and now we'll begin to make up for lost time. Come, come, you mustn't behave like this. Supposing any of the hands should see you?" "It must all be repaid," Ellison answered almost fiercely, as soon as he recovered his composure, "every penny of it! I shall never rest until I have done that. Tell me everything, from first to last. "You will know nothing more than I have already told you. Cuthbert, you must trust me. You have known me a long time now. Is your trust in my fidelity strong enough to convince you that I would do nothing that could bring you to any harm?" "I am sure of that. But it is not enough to satisfy my fears for myself. I am making myself responsible for all this money. I must know exactly how you obtained it from—from my people, and on what terms. I must know it!" "I got it from them on the plea that you had settled down to a respectable, honest, reputable business out here. That you had married a quiet, ladylike girl. That times were bad, and unless you could raise the amount of money asked for, you would be thrown upon the world again, and all your good resolutions scattered to the winds. The Government Resident and Blake the banker corroborated my assertions, and I made myself a surety, a poor one perhaps, but still a surety for the amount. Your father, the duke, cabled through his bankers to Blake that you might draw on him to the extent of one thousand pounds, and that the rest of the money would be dispatched during the "It was to save her—only to save her. Whatever happens, remember that!" "What do you mean? You look as glum as a man about to be hanged. Come, come, Cuthbert, put a happier face on it, if only out of compliment to me. You are saved now! You can improve your business; you can send out more boats and do what you have been hankering after for a long time now, establish a floating station for your fleet." "Yes, yes; we can certainly do more. But at what a cost?" "My dear fellow, the cost will be nothing to the gains. Besides, you can always repay." "I was not thinking of that cost. You don't know what an awful business this has been to me. The agony I have been through these past two days has made me an old man." "Eating humble-pie, you mean? I can understand your feelings. But still it's done now, and what is better, well done. Now come to the store with me and sign those papers." They went up the hill together, and with a "Little woman," he said, "I have great news for you. The happiest of happy news. We are saved; the overdraft will be paid off, and we are in smooth water again. In other words, the money has arrived." "From your father, Cuthbert? Oh, you don't mean that?" "But I do. The good Murkard was worked it admirably. A cablegram arrived this morning authorising me to draw on him for a thousand pounds. A draft for four thousand more will leave London this week." "Thank God for his mercy! Oh, Cuthbert, what can I say to show you how pleased I am? And you deserve it too, you poor, hard-working "You need not be so any longer then, my sweet. The crisis is past. Now we will begin to put the money to practical use. I have all sorts of schemes in my mind. Dearie, you must say something nice to Murkard about it. For it is his cleverness that has brought it all about." "You are very generous to that man, my husband." "And I fear, forgive my saying so, that you are not generous enough to him. That man, as you call him would cut off his own right hand if he thought that by so doing he could help me." "I know it, and perhaps that is why I am a little jealous of him. I am selfish enough to think I should like to be the only person in the whole world who could do anything for you." "You are part of myself, little wife. It is for your sake I work. It was for your sake I——" "What? What else have you done for my sake that you suddenly look so glum about it?" He sank his voice almost to a whisper, when he replied: "For your sake I have done in this business what I have done. Whatever comes of it, never "I shall never forget that; you need not be afraid of it." He stroked her hair for a moment, and then once more went down the garden path towards the store. Murkard was not there. On inquiring of the Kanakas, he discovered that he had gone across to the settlement in his boat. In order to have something to distract his thoughts Ellison went down to the carpenter's shed, and set to work upon some business he had long neglected. It was a relief to him to have something to do, and he derived a peculiar peace from the chirrup of the plane, and a restfulness from the trailing shavings that had been a stranger to him for longer than he cared to remember. As he worked his thoughts took in all that had happened to him since his arrival in the settlement. He remembered that first night in the Hotel of All Nations; the fight and his curious resolve upon the hill-side; his search for work the following morning—their swim across the strait, and his first introduction to the girl who was now his wife. The death of her father came next; then their marriage; the difficulties and disasters of their business, and——But here his recollec "What is it? What do you want? Is he wanted? Quick, quick!" She nodded emphatically, unable to find breath to speak. "Out of my way! I will go at once!" He picked up his hat, dashed through the door and down the path towards the jetty. A boat lay moored alongside a lugger. He sprang into it, had cast her loose, and was sculling madly in the direction of the township before Mrs. Fenwick had time to wonder what had become of him. In a quarter of an hour he was ringing the medico's bell, and in half an hour they were back together at the station. As they approached the house the doctor stopped and looked at his companion. "My friend," said he, "if I were you I should go for a long walk or a row. Don't come back for at least two hours. You can do nothing here, and you will only be in the way. If you stay I shall have you on my hands next." Ellison looked at him as if he would like to argue the point with him. "Man, man!" he said viciously, "you don't know the state I'm in. If anything happens to that woman it will kill me." "I know, I know! I've had the same feeling myself. It's very commendable—very. But——" "Oh, d—— your sentimental twaddle! No! "That's why I order you to go for a row. Now be off, and don't let me see your face again for hours. Your wife will be quite safe in my hands." "God grant she may be!" He picked his hat up from where it had fallen, and without another protest walked back to the shore. Again he embarked aboard his boat, and once more he set sail, this time down the Pass in the opposite direction, and out into the open sea. |