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XLVII
When he awoke it was close on mid-day, unless his appet.i.te misled him.
He prepared another meal and then tapped gently on The Girl's door.
Receiving no answer he peeped into the dim little room and found her still sleeping soundly, her head in the crook of her left arm, from which the wide sleeve of her night-dress had slipped down,--as fair a picture as man could wish to look upon, in spite of her bruised face and broken arm.
He stood watching her for a moment with bated breath, and recalled that first morning when she came ash.o.r.e and he had doubted if he could recover her; and he thanked G.o.d again for the dogged obstinacy which would not let him accept defeat so long as smallest hope remained.
She moved, opened her heavy eyes, and lay quietly looking at him, just as she had done that other time, and for a brief s.p.a.ce there was no more recognition in them than there had been then.
"What is it? Who are you?" she asked, and he suffered a momentary shock. But for reply he laid his cool strong hand--rougher than it used to be, but vitally sensitive to the feel of her--on the broad white forehead, and found it hot and throbbing. That did not greatly surprise him. There was sure to be a certain feverishness after such an experience. And he would have given much for five minutes' root round his old dispensary.
He had nothing,--nothing but common sense, and his professional knowledge, and Nature's simplest remedies. He went out quietly and got cold water and soft linen, and bathed the throbbing forehead and then laid the wet bandage on it.
"That is nice," she said softly. "What a trouble I am to you!"
"Oh, frightful!" he smiled, as he changed the cloth for a fresh one.
"You see how I resent it. Has the arm been hurting?"
"It hurts at times, but my head is the worst, and I feel bruised all over."
"But no more breakages?" he asked anxiously.
"I don't think so, just bruised and stiff and sore."
He hesitated for a second. She was so very much more to him than simply a patient.
"Will you let me remind you that I am a doctor? The very best cure for all that is gentle rubbing. If you will allow me I will undertake to reduce the pains by one half."
"Then please do, Doctor, for I ache in every bone."
And he drew off all her blankets but one, and through it proceeded to ma.s.sage the aching limbs, and had never in his life found greater enjoyment in his work. He even ventured to treat the throbbing head in the same way, drawing his fingers soothingly over the white forehead and up into the ma.s.ses of her hair.
"There is virtue in your fingers," she murmured drowsily, and before he had done she was sleeping soundly again. Then he laid another wet cloth on her forehead and left Nature to do her share in the good work.
It was fortunate that she had little appet.i.te for the next few days.
The cakes he made for her, and water, scrupulously boiled and cooled and flavoured with coffee, amply satisfied her; and he, himself lived on pork, fish and fresh meat being un.o.btainable.
For four days the gale bellowed round them, but being to leeward, and protected somewhat by the heeling of the s.h.i.+p, they felt it less than if they had been on an even keel, and it never kept The Girl from sleeping.
Much of that time Wulf spent in an endeavour to obtain salt from sea water, the lack of it being one of their greatest deprivations. As the result of many boilings and the careful sc.r.a.ping up of the slight encrustations on his pans, he managed to get a little, and exultantly let The Girl taste it as a great treat; but it was a long and slow process.
The default of her right arm made her very dependent on him in many little ways, but never was service more tactfully rendered or more delighted in by the servitor. And every service, so rendered and accepted, made for increased knowledge on both sides, and so for closer intimacy.
Never, in all her contact with the greater world, had she met any man in whom she felt such implicit confidence as in this man. Never, since that first time her wondering eyes met his, when his strenuous exertions had dragged her back from the dead, had he by word or deed or look, raised one shadow of fear or mistrust in her mind. In everything, to the extremest point of death itself, he had proved himself a simple, brave, and honest gentleman.
And as she lay there helpless, with the gale howling outside and the broken waves of the lake clop-clopping in the strakes under her ear, she had much time to think of him and all he had done and was doing for her, and all her thought was warm and grateful.
"I am a dreadful burden to you," she would say. "And you are very very good to me."
And he would answer her, with the smile she liked to provoke, "But for your suffering in the matter I would tell you how grateful I am to that rotten chain for giving me the opportunity. I count it a privilege as well as a pleasure."
And when he had left her, she would think at times how it might have been with her if it were not this man but the other with whom she had been left alone. And she would s.h.i.+ver at the thought, and then remember that if the other had been alone she would not have been there, for he could never have drawn her back from the dead as this one had done.
And she thought also at times of their fight with the other in the fog, and followed that idea up and s.h.i.+vered still more. For if the mate had killed this man it would indeed have gone hard with her. Ay, she had much to be thankful for, and thankful she was.
And as to the future.... It was all vague and dim, as the future always must be, but she had no fear of it, because she trusted this man so perfectly.
Vague and dim it might be, but it was shot with rosy gleams.
Whatever he might ask of her she would hold it right because he asked it. She had found him worthy. She would trust him completely, ask what he might. Yes, ... ask ... what ... he ... might.
XLVIII
"The sun's coming out," was his cheerful announcement, one morning when he came in with her breakfast. "And here's some fish for you at last."
"The sight of it makes me hungry."
"That's the best news you've given me for four days. There's some salt for you in payment," he said, with full pride of accomplishment.
"Salt is a great treat. Have you left any for yourself?"
"Oh, I've got some. I'm going to set up a regular salt factory as soon as you're about again."
"I would like to get up and go on deck when I've had breakfast. Surely the s.h.i.+p is not so tilted as it was."
"Not quite so bad, but I'm afraid it will never come quite right side up again. It's hard and fast on the sh.o.r.e at present. I could wade across."
"I must see it. I will get up as soon as I have had my breakfast."
"Can you manage?" he asked doubtfully. "You must keep that arm quiet, you know."
"I'll try anyway. If I get stuck I will call," and in due course she called, and he found that she had managed to get her blankets round her, and that as gracefully as ever in some marvellous fas.h.i.+on, but she had doubted her power of getting out of the bunk in its lopsided state without his help.
He stepped up on to the lower bunk, and worked his arms under her.
"Now, if you wouldn't mind steadying yourself with your usable hand on my shoulder--so! There you are!" and he lifted her gently to her feet on the floor. "Now, hang on to my arm.... But your shoes?--you had better have them on. In your own room of course. Wait and I'll get them," and he climbed up and got them, and put them on and tied them for her. "I've pegged some slats across the slope for better foot-hold. You can't slip," and he got her safely out on to the deck.
"It is delightful to be in fresh air again," she said, as she drank it in. "I wish the good weather would last for ever."
"We'll hope for a good long spell anyhow. Doesn't it feel odd to be so close to the sh.o.r.e? We'll have rabbit for dinner. You must almost have forgotten what it tastes like."
"I can still just remember," she laughed.
"I'll get up some blankets and tuck you into this corner, and then I'll go and get some and some fresh water. Our raft's blown ash.o.r.e and the other one also. I shall have to wade."