, watching her, seemed to remember
something, toward the last. Joel saw his eyes beckon; and he bent above
his brother, and Mark whispered weakly:

"Treasure--Priss, Joel. She's--worth all.... Kissed her, but she fought
me...."

Joel gripped his brother's hand. "I knew there was no--harm in you--or in
her," he said. "Don't trouble, Mark...."

When old Aaron had stitched the canvas shroud, they laid Mark on the
cutting stage; and Joel read over him from the Book, while the men stood
silent by. Chastened men, heads bandaged, arms in slings ... Big Jim
Finch at one side, shamed of face. Varde, sullen as ever, but with
hopelessness writ large upon him. Morrell, and old Hooper....

Joel finished, and he closed the Book. "Unto the deep...." The cutting
stage tilted, and the wave leaped and caught its burden and bore it
softly down.... The sun was shining, the sea danced, the wind was warm on
fair Priscilla's cheek....

And as though, the brief, dramatic chapter being ended, another must at
once begin, the masthead man presently called down to Joel the long,
droning hail:

"Ah-h-h-h! Blow-w-w-w-w!"

And he flung his arm toward where a misty spout sparkled in the sun a
mile or two away. Minutes later, the boats took water; and the _Nathan
Ross_ was about her business again.

* * * * *

Joel wrote in the log that night, with Priscilla beside him, her fingers
in his hair. Priscilla had been very humble, till Joel took her in his
arms and comforted her....

He set down the ship's position; he recorded their capture, that day, of
a great bull cachalot; and then:

"... This day Mark Shore was buried at sea. He died late last night, from
wounds received when he fought valiantly to put down the mutiny of the
crew. Fourth brother of the House of Shore...."

And below, the ancient and enduring epitaph:

"'All the brothers were valiant.'"

Priscilla, reading over his shoulder, pointed to this line and whispered
sorrowfully: "But I--called you coward, Joel." He looked up at her, and
smiled a little. "I know better now," she said. "So--give me the pen ...
And close your eyes...."

He heard the scratch of steel on paper; and when he opened his eyes again
he saw that Priscilla had underscored, with three deep strokes, the first
word of that honorable line.

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