only other white-gods he had ever
known. He was not conscious of this. He merely loved, merely acted on
the prompting of his heart, or head, or whatever organic or anatomical
part of him that developed the mysterious, delicious, and insatiable
hunger called "love."
Skipper went below. He went all unheeding of Jerry, who padded softly at
his heels until the companionway was reached. Skipper was unheeding of
Jerry because of the fever that wrenched his flesh and chilled his bones,
that made his head seem to swell monstrously, that glazed the world to
his swimming eyes and made him walk feebly and totteringly like a drunken
man or a man very aged. And Jerry sensed that something was wrong with
Skipper.
Skipper, beginning the babblings of delirium which alternated with silent
moments of control in order to get below and under blankets, descended
the ladder-like stairs, and Jerry, all-yearning, controlled himself in
silence and watched the slow descent with the hope that when Skipper
reached the bottom he would raise his arms and lift him down. But
Skipper was too far gone to remember that Jerry existed. He staggered,
with wide-spread arms to keep from falling, along the cabin floor for'ard
to the bunk in the tiny stateroom.
Jerry was truly of a kingly line. He wanted to call out and beg to be
taken down. But he did not. He controlled himself, he knew not why,
save that he was possessed by a nebulous awareness that Skipper must be
considered as a god should be considered, and that this was no time to
obtrude himself on Skipper. His heart was torn with desire, although he
made no sound, and he continued only to yearn over the companion combing
and to listen to the faint sounds of Skipper's progress for'ard.
But even kings and their descendants have their limitations, and at the
end of a quarter of an hour Jerry was ripe to cease from his silence.
With the going below of Skipper, evidently in great trouble, the light
had gone out of the day for Jerry. He might have stalked the wild-dog,
but no inducement lay there. Lerumie passed by unnoticed, although he
knew he could bully him and make him give deck space. The myriad scents
of the land entered his keen nostrils, but he made no note of them. Not
even the flopping, bellying mainsail overhead, as the _Arangi_ rolled
becalmed, could draw a glance of quizzical regard from him.
Just as it was tremblingly imperative that Jerry must suddenly squat
down, poi
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