adventure-第40节
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There were times when he was dizzy with thought of her and love of her； when he would stop his horse and with closed eyes picture her as he had seen her that first day； in the stern…sheets of the whale…boat； dashing madly in to shore and marching belligerently along his veranda to remark that it was pretty hospitality this letting strangers sink or swim in his front yard。 And as he opened his eyes and urged his horse onward； he would ponder for the ten thousandth time how possibly he was ever to hold her when she was so wild and bird…like that she was bound to flutter out and away from under his hand。
It was patent to Sheldon that Tudor had become interested in Joan。 That convalescent visitor practically lived on the veranda； though； while preposterously weak and shaky in the legs； he had for some time insisted on coming in to join them at the table at meals。 The first warning Sheldon had of the other's growing interest in the girl was when Tudor eased down and finally ceased pricking him with his habitual sharpness of quip and speech。 This cessation of verbal sparring was like the breaking off of diplomatic relations between countries at the beginning of war； and； once Sheldon's suspicions were aroused； he was not long in finding other confirmations。 Tudor too obviously joyed in Joan's presence； too obviously laid himself out to amuse and fascinate her with his own glorious and adventurous personality。 Often； after his morning ride over the plantation； or coming in from the store or from inspection of the copra…drying； Sheldon found the pair of them together on the veranda； Joan listening； intent and excited； and Tudor deep in some recital of personal adventure at the ends of the earth。
Sheldon noticed； too； the way Tudor looked at her and followed her about with his eyes； and in those eyes he noted a certain hungry look； and on the face a certain wistful expression； and he wondered if on his own face he carried a similar involuntary advertisement。 He was sure of several things： first； that Tudor was not the right man for Joan and could not possibly make her permanently happy； next； that Joan was too sensible a girl really to fall in love with a man of such superficial stamp； and； finally； that Tudor would blunder his love…making somehow。 And at the same time； with true lover's anxiety； Sheldon feared that the other might somehow fail to blunder； and win the girl with purely fortuitous and successful meretricious show。 But of the one thing Sheldon was sure： Tudor had no intimate knowledge of her and was unaware of how vital in her was her wildness and love of independence。 That was where he would blunderin the catching and the holding of her。 And then； in spite of all his certitude； Sheldon could not forbear wondering if his theories of Joan might not be wrong； and if Tudor was not going the right way about after all。
The situation was very unsatisfactory and perplexing。 Sheldon played the difficult part of waiting and looking on； while his rival devoted himself energetically to reaching out and grasping at the fluttering prize。 Then； again； Tudor had such an irritating way about him。 It had become quite elusive and intangible； now that he had tacitly severed diplomatic relations； but Sheldon sensed what he deemed a growing antagonism and promptly magnified it through the jealous lenses of his own lover's eyes。 The other was an interloper。 He did not belong to Berande； and now that he was well and strong again it was time for him to go。 Instead of which； and despite the calling in of the mail steamer bound for Sydney； Tudor had settled himself down comfortably； resumed swimming； went dynamiting fish with Joan； spent hours with her hunting pigeons； trapping crocodiles； and at target practice with rifle and revolver。
But there were certain traditions of hospitality that prevented Sheldon from breathing a hint that it was time for his guest to take himself off。 And in similar fashion； feeling that it was not playing the game； he fought down the temptation to warn Joan。 Had he known anything； not too serious； to Tudor's detriment； he would have been unable to utter it； but the worst of it was that he knew nothing at all against the man。 That was the confounded part of it； and sometimes he was so baffled and overwrought by his feelings that he assumed a super…judicial calm and assured himself that his dislike of Tudor was a matter of unsubstantial prejudice and jealousy。
Outwardly； he maintained a calm and smiling aspect。 The work of the plantation went on。 The Martha and the Flibberty…Gibbet came and went； as did all the miscellany of coasting craft that dropped in to wait for a breeze and have a gossip； a drink or two； and a game of billiards。 Satan kept the compound free of niggers。 Boucher came down regularly in his whale…boat to pass Sunday。 Twice a day； at breakfast and dinner； Joan and Sheldon and Tudor met amicably at table； and the evenings were as amicably spent on the veranda。
And then it happened。 Tudor made his blunder。 Never divining Joan's fluttering wildness； her blind hatred of restraint and compulsion； her abhorrence of mastery by another； and mistaking the warmth and enthusiasm in her eyes （aroused by his latest tale） for something tender and acquiescent； he drew her to him； laid a forcible detaining arm about her waist； and misapprehended her frantic revolt for an exhibition of maidenly reluctance。 It occurred on the veranda； after breakfast； and Sheldon； within； pondering a Sydney wholesaler's catalogue and making up his orders for next steamer…day； heard the sharp exclamation of Joan； followed by the equally sharp impact of an open hand against a cheek。 Jerking free from the arm that was all distasteful compulsion； Joan had slapped Tudor's face resoundingly and with far more vim and weight than when she had cuffed Gogoomy。
Sheldon had half…started up； then controlled himself and sunk back in his chair； so that by the time Joan entered the door his composure was recovered。 Her right fore…arm was clutched tightly in her left hand； while the white cheeks； centred with the spots of flaming red； reminded him of the time he had first seen her angry。
〃He hurt my arm；〃 she blurted out； in reply to his look of inquiry。
He smiled involuntarily。 It was so like her； so like the boy she was； to come running to complain of the physical hurt which had been done her。 She was certainly not a woman versed in the ways of man and in the ways of handling man。 The resounding slap she had given Tudor seemed still echoing in Sheldon's ears； and as he looked at the girl before him crying out that her arm was hurt； his smile grew broader。
It was the smile that did it； convicting Joan in her own eyes of the silliness of her cry and sending over her face the most amazing blush he had ever seen。 Throat； cheeks； and forehead flamed with the rush of the shamed blood。
〃Hehe〃 she attempted to vindicate her deeper indignation； then whirled abruptly away and passed out the rear door and down the steps。
Sheldon sat and mused。 He was a trifle angry； and the more he dwelt upon the happening the angrier he grew。 If it had been any woman except Joan it would have been amusing。 But Joan was the last woman in the world to attempt to kiss forcibly。 The thing smacked of the back stairs anywaya sordid little comedy perhaps； but to have tried it on Joan was nothing less than sacrilege。 The man should have had better sense。 Then； too； Sheldon was personally aggrieved。 He had been filched of something that he felt was almost his； and his lover's jealousy was rampant at thought of this forced familiarity。
It was while in this mood that the screen door banged loudly behind the heels of Tudor； who strode into the room and paused before him。 Sheldon was unprepared； though it was very apparent that the other was furious。
〃Well？〃 Tudor demanded defiantly。
And on the instant speech rushed to Sheldon's lips。
〃I hope you won't attempt anything like it again； that's all except that I shall be only too happy any time to extend to you the courtesy of my whale…boat。 It will land you in Tulagi in a few hours。〃
〃As if that would settle it；〃 was the retort。
〃I don't understand；〃 Sheldon said simply。
〃Then it is because you don't wish to understand。〃
〃Still I don't understand；〃 Sheldon said in steady； level tones。 〃All that is clear to me is that you are exaggerating your own blunder into something serious。〃
Tudor grinned maliciously and replied； …
〃It would seem that you are doing the exaggerating； inviting me to leave in your whale…boat。 It is telling me that Berande is not big enough for the pair of us。 Now let me tell you that the Solomon Islands is not big enough for the pair of us。 This thing's got to be settled between us； and it may as well be settled right here and now。〃
〃I can understand your fire…eating manners as being natural to you；〃 Sheldon went on wearily； 〃but why you should try them on me is what I can't comprehend。 You surely don't want to quarrel with me。〃
〃I certainly do。〃
〃But what in heaven's name for？〃
Tudor surveyed him with withering disgust。
〃You haven't the soul of a louse。 I suppose any man could make love to your wife〃
〃But
