"
"And I tell you, in turn, that it is nothing of the sort. I've sailed
the _Miele_ here, master, if you please, all the way from Tahiti--even if
I did lose her, which was the fault of your Admiralty charts. I am a
navigator, and that is more than your Solomons captains are. Captain
Young told me all about it. And I am a seaman--a better seaman than you,
when it comes right down to it, and you know it. I can shoot. I am not
a fool. I can take care of myself. And I shall most certainly buy a
ketch, run her myself, and go recruiting on Malaita."
Sheldon made a hopeless gesture.
"That's right," she rattled on. "Wash your hands of me. But as Von used
to say, 'You just watch my smoke!'"
"There's no use in discussing it. Let us have some music."
He arose and went over to the big phonograph; but before the disc
started, and while he was winding the machine, he heard her saying:
"I suppose you've been accustomed to Jane Eyres all your life. That's
why you don't understand me. Come on, Satan; let's leave him to his old
music."
He watched her morosely and without intention of speaking, till he saw
her take a rifle from the stand, examine the magazine, and start for the
door.
"Where are you going?" he asked peremptorily.
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