He broke off to oversee his gang. "Make fast on that stump!" he called. In spite of the disease that blurred his speech, there was the authority of the quarter-deck in his voice. "Now, all hands tally on and walk her down." And the silent lepers in their grave-clothes ranged themselves on the rope like the ghosts of drowned seamen. When the mainsail filled and the cutter heeled to the breeze, pointing fair for the bar, the leper looked back. Scott followed his glance. On the spit by the mouth of the creek stood the white figures in a little group, lonely and voiceless, and over them the palms floated against the sky like tethered birds. "There was some that was almost Christians," said the captain; "they'll miss me, they will." And after a pause he added: "And I'll be missing them, too; for they was my mates." There were six days of sailing ere the captain made his landfall, and they stood off till evening. Then he put in to where the sea shelved easily on a beach four or five miles south of the town, and it was time to part. "You can wade ashore," said the leper. Scott opened the doors of the little cabin. On the settee Incarnacion lay asleep, her dark hair tumbled about her warm face. He was about to wake her, but stayed his hand and drew back. "You can look," he said to the leper in a whisper. The shrouded man bent and looked in; Scott marked that he held his breath. For a full minute he stared in silence, his shoulders blocking the little door; then he drew back. "Ay," he murmured, "it's like that they are, lad; and it's grand to be a man--it's grand to be a man!" Scott closed the doors gently. "If ever there was a man," he began, but choked and stopped. "What will you do now?" he asked. "Oh, I'll just be gettin' back," said the leper. "You see, there's them lads--my crew. It was me made a crew of 'em in that lazaretto. They was just stinking heathen till I come. An' I sort of miss 'em, I do." "Will you shake hands?" said Scott, torn by a storm of emotions. The leper shook his head. "You've the girl to think of," he said. "But good luck to the pair of ye. Ye'll make a fine team." Half an hour later Scott and Incarnacion stood together on the beach and watched the cutter's lights as she stood on a bowline to seaward. "Kiss your hand to it, darling," said Scott. "I bin done it," answered Incarnacion. [Illustration: The Audrey Arms Oxbridge Middlesex Miss Terry's country cottage from 1887 to 1890] "OLIVIA" AND "FAUST" AT THE LYCEUM[41] BY ELLEN TERRY ILLUSTRATIONS FROM PHOTOGRAPHS AND FROM DRAWINGS BY ERIC PAPE AND HARRY FENN