m him and
looked long into her eyes, no longer cool but seemingly pervaded with a
golden flush. The lids drooped and yet bravely did not droop as she
returned his gaze. Then he fondly and solemnly drew her to him.
"And how about that hearth and saddle of your own?" he asked, a moment
later.
"I well-nigh won to them. The grass house is my hearth, and the _Martha_
my saddle, and--and look at all the trees I've planted, to say nothing of
the sweet corn. And it's all your fault anyway. I might never have
loved you if you hadn't put the idea into my head."
"There's the _Nongassla_ coming in around the point with her boats out,"
Sheldon remarked irrelevantly. "And the Commissioner is on board. He's
going down to San Cristoval to investigate that missionary killing. We're
in luck, I must say."
"I don't see where the luck comes in," she said dolefully. "We ought to
have this evening all to ourselves just to talk things over. I've a
thousand questions to ask you."
"And it wouldn't have been a man-talk either," she added.
"But my plan is better than that." He debated with himself a moment.
"You see, the Commissioner is the one official in the islands who can
give us a license. And--there's the luck of it--Doctor Welshmere is here
to perform the ceremony. We'll get married this evening."
Joan recoiled from him in panic, tearing herself from his arms and going
backward several steps. He could see that she was really frightened.
"I . . . I thought . . ." she stammered.
Then, slowly, the change came over her, and the blood flooded into her
face in the same amazing blush he had seen once before that day. Her
cool, level-looking eyes were no longer level-looking nor cool, but
warmly drooping and just unable to meet his, as she came toward him and
nestled in the circle of his arms, saying softly, almost in a whisper,--
"I am ready, Dave."
FOOTNOTES
{1} Eaten.
{2} Food.
{3} Mary--beche-de-mer English for woman.
{4} _Ngari-ngari_--literally "scratch-scratch"--a vegetable
skin-poisoning that, while not serious, is decidedly uncomfortable.
{5} Paddle
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