The matter dropped there.... A small thing; but an incident very typical
of the tension which was growing in the cabin of the _Sally Sims_.
Dan'l, jaundiced by his own hatred of Brander, by his disordered passion
for Faith, was not good company. Save Roy, all those in the cabin
avoided him. Roy was fiercely loyal to Dan'l; and he hated Brander the
more because Brander had been given the mate's berth to which Roy
himself had foolishly aspired. That was Dan'l's doing, that aspiration;
he had taken care to tell Roy that he had proposed Roy's name. "Brander
does not belong in the cabin," he told Roy. "He is rag tag and bob tail,
from God knows where. If I'd been Noll Wing, you would be fourth mate
to-day...."
He fed Roy's sense of wrong; for the boy might some day prove a useful
tool. Dan'l was full of venom in those days; but he had not yet formed
his ultimate plan.
He still loved Faith, with some faint traces of the old decency. He knew
in his heart that she would never love him; yet he would never be
content till he got this from her own lips. The inevitable happened one
evening when a new moon's thin crescent faintly lighted the dark seas.
Noll had gone early to a sodden sleep; Faith was not sleepy and went on
deck. Dan'l, from his cabin, heard her go; he arose and followed her....
There was little wind; the sea was flat; the _Sally_ scarcely stirred.
Dan'l told the man at the wheel to leave her and go forward; he made the
wheel fast and let the _Sally_ go her own gait. Her canvas was all
stowed; her yards were bare. When the man was gone, Dan'l turned to the
after rail, where Faith was sitting. The man's mouth was hot and dry,
and his pulse was pounding. He came to her; Faith said softly:
"Hello, Dan'l...."
Dan'l mumbled huskily.... "... Faith!" He stood beside her, and they
looked out across the water, where the starlight played. Dan'l was
trembling, and Faith felt the trouble in the man, as she had felt it for
weeks.... She and Dan'l had been boy and girl together; she was
infinitely sorry for him....
In the end, while he stood rigidly beside her, she laid her hand on his
arm. "Dan'l," she said, "I wish--you would get over being so unhappy."
He looked at her through the dark; his voice was like a croak.
"Unhappy ..." he repeated.
"It's not good for you, Dan'l," said Faith gently. "Unhappiness is--it's
like a poison. It burns...."
"Aye?" said Dan'l. "That's true, Faith. It burns...."
"Why not forget it?" she urged. "You're actually growing thin on it,
Dan'l. Your face is lined...."
Dan'l tried to laugh. "One thing," he said, "the ship's on my hands,
now. Noll Wing--he's aging. He's an old man, Faith."
Faith turned her head away from him quickly; she bit her lip in the
darkness. Dan'l repeated: "The _Sally's_ on my hands, Faith. I'm
master--without the name of it."
She said quietly: "Noll Wing is master here, Dan'l. Never think he is
not."
Dan'l turned abruptly away; he stood with his back to her. And as he
stood there, the jealousy of Brander and all the rancor that was
poisoning the man gave way for a moment to his tenderness for Faith. He
swung back sharply, gripped her shoulders.... "Faith," he said harshly,
"Noll is master. So be it. But, Faith--I may still love you. I do.
Nothing on earth can stop it. It's all there is in me, Faith. You....
You.... I would worship you; he kicks you with every word, as he kicks a
dog. Faith.... Faith...."
She faced him squarely. "Dan'l, you are wrong. You are wrong to tell me
this--to speak so.... It is not--manly, Dan'l."
The reproach in her voice made him shrink; it fired him. He caught her,
cried: "By God...." He would have swept her into his arms....
Brander said, from the top of the companion: "Mr. Tobey, shall I set a
man at the wheel?... There's wind coming...."
Dan'l cursed. "Hell!" He flung loose from Faith, he whirled on
Brander.... The two men faced each other tensely, Dan'l crouching with
bared teeth, Brander erect.... The starlight showed a little smile on
his face. Abruptly, Dan'l straightened....
"Set a man at the wheel--and be damned, Brander!" he said.
And he brushed past the fourth mate without a glance, and went below.
Brander called through the darkness to a knot of men on the deck,
forward. One came aft....
Faith still stood by the rail; Brander paid her no heed. The man took
the wheel.... Brander leaned against the forward end of the deckhouse.
After a little, Faith stirred, came to the companion to go below. At its
top, she paused.
"Good night, Mr. Brander," she said.
"Good night," he called pleasantly.
She went below. Dan'l, writhing in his bunk below old Tichel, who snored
above him, heard her cross the cabin and go into Noll's. And the nails
on his fingers bit his palms.
* * * * *
The second day after, Dan'l came down into the cabin to find Noll.
"Would you mind coming on deck for a moment, sir?" he asked.
Noll was reading; he looked up resentfully. "What now, Mr. Tobey? Can't
you handle the ship?"
"I want you to see a thing...." There was a hint of evil in Dan'l's
tone. Faith was there, heard, wondered.... Noll looked at the mate;
bestirred himself....
They went on deck together; and Dan'l pointed forward.
Brander was there, by the tryworks. Facing him, grouped about him, were
four of the crew. Mauger was among them. Brander was talking; and the
men were laughing at what he said. One of the men looked aft and saw
Dan'l and Noll Wing watching them; and the man's face sobered instantly
and he backed away from the group. Brander turned around and saw the
captain. Noll called to him:
"Come aft, Mr. Brander."
Brander came, without haste, yet quickly. Noll and Dan'l waited for him
in silence; they kept silent when he faced them. He met Noll Wing's
sullen and angry eyes. His own were unashamed and unafraid. "What is it,
sir?" he asked at last.
Noll lowered his big head like a bull. "What was your talk with the men,
there?" he demanded.
Brander smiled. "The man Hatch tripped on a coil of line and fell. That
minded me of a thing that happened on the _Thomas Morgan_, and I told
them of it. A fat greeny caught his foot in the rigging and dove thirty
feet overside into the sea.... It was a comical thing, sir. And they
laughed at it."
"I do not want my mates consorting with the crew," said Noll sulkily;
and there was more complaint than accusation in his voice. Brander said:
"It does no harm to be friendly with the men. Liking is as good a handle
as fear, to hold them with."
Old Noll tried to beat down Brander's eyes with his own; but his own
were the first to shift. He shrank, the vigor of his anger passed, he
was an old man again. "Damn it, if you'd rather be forward, go there and
stay," he fretted. "Do you want to go back to the fo'c's'le, man?"