adventure-第24节
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〃You'd better get into shelter；〃 she called to them。 〃There's a big squall coming。 And I hope you've got plenty of chain out； Captain Young。 Good…bye！ Good…bye； everybody！〃
Her last words came out of the darkness； which wrapped itself solidly about the boat。 Yet they continued to stare into the blackness in the direction in which the boat had disappeared； listening to the steady click of the oars in the rowlocks until it faded away and ceased。
〃She is only a girl；〃 Christian Young said with slow solemnity。 The discovery seemed to have been made on the spur of the moment。 〃She is only a girl；〃 he repeated with greater solemnity。
〃A dashed pretty one； and a good traveller；〃 Tudor laughed。 〃She certainly has spunk； eh； Sheldon？〃
〃Yes； she is brave；〃 was the reluctant answer for Sheldon did not feel disposed to talk about her。
〃That's the American of it；〃 Tudor went on。 〃Push； and go； and energy； and independence。 What do you think； skipper？〃
〃I think she is young； very young； only a girl；〃 replied the captain of the Minerva； continuing to stare into the blackness that hid the sea。
The blackness seemed suddenly to increase in density； and they stumbled up the beach； feeling their way to the gate。
〃Watch out for nuts；〃 Sheldon warned； as the first blast of the squall shrieked through the palms。 They joined hands and staggered up the path； with the ripe cocoanuts thudding in a monstrous rain all around them。 They gained the veranda； where they sat in silence over their whisky； each man staring straight out to sea； where the wildly swinging riding…light of the Minerva could be seen in the lulls of the driving rain。
Somewhere out there； Sheldon reflected； was Joan Lackland； the girl who had not grown up； the woman good to look upon； with only a boy's mind and a boy's desires； leaving Berande amid storm and conflict in much the same manner that she had first arrived； in the stern…sheets of her whale…boat； Adamu Adam steering； her savage crew bending to the oars。 And she was taking her Stetson hat with her； along with the cartridge…belt and the long…barrelled revolver。 He suddenly discovered an immense affection for those fripperies of hers at which he had secretly laughed when first he saw them。 He became aware of the sentimental direction in which his fancy was leading him； and felt inclined to laugh。 But he did not laugh。 The next moment he was busy visioning the hat； and belt； and revolver。 Undoubtedly this was love； he thought； and he felt a tiny glow of pride in him in that the Solomons had not succeeded in killing all his sentiment。
An hour later； Christian Young stood up； knocked out his pipe； and prepared to go aboard and get under way。
〃She's all right；〃 he said； apropos of nothing spoken； and yet distinctly relevant to what was in each of their minds。 〃She's got a good boat's…crew； and she's a sailor herself。 Good…night； Mr。 Sheldon。 Anything I can do for you down Marau…way？〃 He turned and pointed to a widening space of starry sky。 〃It's going to be a fine night after all。 With this favouring bit of breeze she has sail on already； and she'll make Guvutu by daylight。 Good…night。〃
〃I guess I'll turn in； old man；〃 Tudor said； rising and placing his glass on the table。 〃I'll start the first thing in the morning。 It's been disgraceful the way I've been hanging on here。 Good… night。〃
Sheldon； sitting on alone； wondered if the other man would have decided to pull out in the morning had Joan not sailed away。 Well； there was one bit of consolation in it： Joan had certainly lingered at Berande for no man； not even Tudor。 〃I start in an hour〃her words rang in his brain； and under his eyelids he could see her as she stood up and uttered them。 He smiled。 The instant she heard the news she had made up her mind to go。 It was not very flattering to man； but what could any man count in her eyes when a schooner waiting to be bought in Sydney was in the wind？ What a creature！ What a creature！
Berande was a lonely place to Sheldon in the days that followed。 In the morning after Joan's departure； he had seen Tudor's expedition off on its way up the Balesuna； in the late afternoon； through his telescope； he had seen the smoke of the Upolu that was bearing Joan away to Sydney； and in the evening he sat down to dinner in solitary state； devoting more of his time to looking at her empty chair than to his food。 He never came out on the veranda without glancing first of all at her grass house in the corner of the compound； and one evening； idly knocking the balls about on the billiard table； he came to himself to find himself standing staring at the nail upon which from the first she had hung her Stetson hat and her revolver…belt。
Why should he care for her？ he demanded of himself angrily。 She was certainly the last woman in the world he would have thought of choosing for himself。 Never had he encountered one who had so thoroughly irritated him； rasped his feelings； smashed his conventions； and violated nearly every attribute of what had been his ideal of woman。 Had he been too long away from the world？ Had he forgotten what the race of women was like？ Was it merely a case of propinquity？ And she wasn't really a woman。 She was a masquerader。 Under all her seeming of woman； she was a boy； playing a boy's pranks； diving for fish amongst sharks； sporting a revolver； longing for adventure； and； what was more； going out in search of it in her whale…boat； along with her savage islanders and her bag of sovereigns。 But he loved herthat was the point of it all； and he did not try to evade it。 He was not sorry that it was so。 He loved herthat was the overwhelming； astounding fact。
Once again he discovered a big enthusiasm for Berande。 All the bubble…illusions concerning the life of the tropical planter had been pricked by the stern facts of the Solomons。 Following the death of Hughie； he had resolved to muddle along somehow with the plantation； but this resolve had not been based upon desire。 Instead； it was based upon the inherent stubbornness of his nature and his dislike to give over an attempted task。
But now it was different。 Berande meant everything。 It must succeednot merely because Joan was a partner in it； but because he wanted to make that partnership permanently binding。 Three more years and the plantation would be a splendid…paying investment。 They could then take yearly trips to Australia； and oftener； and an occasional run home to Englandor Hawaii； would come as a matter of course。
He spent his evenings poring over accounts； or making endless calculations based on cheaper freights for copra and on the possible maximum and minimum market prices for that staple of commerce。 His days were spent out on the plantation。 He undertook more clearing of bush； and clearing and planting went on； under his personal supervision； at a faster pace than ever before。 He experimented with premiums for extra work performed by the black boys； and yearned continually for more of them to put to work。 Not until Joan could return on the schooner would this be possible； for the professional recruiters were all under long contracts to the Fulcrum Brothers； Morgan and Raff； and the Fires； Philp Company； while the Flibberty…Gibbet was wholly occupied in running about among his widely scattered trading stations； which extended from the coast of New Georgia in one direction to Ulava and Sikiana in the other。 Blacks he must have； and； if Joan were fortunate in getting a schooner； three months at least must elapse before the first recruits could be landed on Berande。
A week after the Upolu's departure； the Malakula dropped anchor and her skipper came ashore for a game of billiards and to gossip until the land breeze sprang up。 Besides； as he told his super…cargo； he simply had to come ashore； not merely to deliver the large package of seeds with full instructions for planting from Joan； but to shock Sheldon with the little surprise born of information he was bringing with him。
Captain Auckland played the billiards first； and it was not until he was comfortably seated in a steamer…chair； his second whisky securely in his hand； that he let off his bomb。
〃A great piece； that Miss Lackland of yours；〃 he chuckled。 〃Claims to be a part…owner of Berande。 Says she's your partner。 Is that straight？〃
Sheldon nodded coldly。
〃You don't say？ That is a surprise！ Well； she hasn't convinced Guvutu or Tulagi of it。 They're pretty used to irregular things over there； butha！ ha！… 〃 he stopped to have his laugh out and to mop his bald head with a trade handkerchief。 〃But that partnership yarn of hers was too big to swallow； though it gave them the excuse for a few more drinks。〃
〃There is nothing irregular about it。 It is an ordinary business transaction。〃 Sheldon strove to act as though such transactions were quite the commonplace thing on plantations in the Solomons。 〃She invested something like fifteen hundred pounds in Berande〃
〃So she said。〃
〃And she has gone to Sydney on business for the plantation。〃
〃Oh； no； she hasn't。〃
〃I beg pardon？〃 Sheldon queried。
〃I said she hasn't； that's all。〃
〃But didn't the Upolu sail？ I could have sworn I saw her smoke las
