On the following day, while the walls in his smelter were drying,
Sidney wove a two-piece door of wattle--framework of creepers,
plastered with clay--to fit across the orifice at the bottom of his
tree. With this he felt he could regulate the draught and protect
himself while removing his crucibles of metal. The top door only would
be tossed aside to accomplish this latter purpose.
He likewise plastered the edges and sides of the hole that pierced his
smelter. He knew the heat, when he came to melt the brass, would
spread at once to all unprotected wood. After that he had still to
contrive a clay-covered implement for lifting out his crucibles, and a
tripod affair to be placed inside the furnace to support these
crucibles upon.
What with more work done upon the boat-to-be, and a goodly portion of
the afternoon expended in killing and preparing another of the
pheasants for their dinner, Grenville's hours sped swiftly away.
A weary but elated craftsman he was that day-end when at length he
returned for the final time to the terrace. He had been to the shore,
where the tiger-hide was curing in a strong solution of brine and
saltpeter, mixed in a hollow in the sand, and, having there turned it
over, had washed himself to a fresh and ruddy color.
Notwithstanding the unbecoming growth of beard upon his face, he
appeared to Elaine the most commanding figure she had ever taken time
to inspect. He looked every inch a master of the island, if not also
of his fate and her own. But she was more than usually excited that
evening, as she disappeared within her shelter.
She presently emerged with such an air of uncertainty and diffidence
about her as had never before appeared since their coming to the
island. But she did not hesitate in the task she had set herself to
perform.
"I have finished my first bit of knitting," she said, "and there it is."
To Grenville's thorough amazement, the clean, new article held in her
hand, and shyly offered for his acceptance, was a cap she had made for
his head. It was not unlike a golf-cap in shape, but the visor was
considerably wider, to protect his eyes from the sun.
She had woven this of finely divided creeper-core on a frame neatly
made of the same. Its meshes had then been filled by fibers, snugly
and neatly plaited back and forth to make it opaque to the light. The
frame was firmly knitted to the cap.
"Pretty good," said Grenville, busied with several arrows. "Thanks;"
and, placing it carelessly on his head, continued with his employment.
Elaine, who had conjured all her resolution to make of the presentation
the merest commonplace affair, was wholly confounded in her thoughts by
the man's unheard-of conduct, after all she had recently undergone
before she could make him such a gift.
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