Man-woman relationships -- Fiction; Married people -- Fiction; Seafaring life -- Fiction; Whaling -- Fiction
The little man had had the best intentions in the world; but this
movement on his part completed the evidence of Brander's guilt; for
Mauger was Brander's man, loyal as a dog, and Faith knew it. She thought
quickly, remembering the past days, remembering Mauger's furtive air
and Brander's aloofness, and his support of Mauger against Tichel....
She was sure, before Dan'l reached her with the jug, that Mauger and
Brander were guilty as Judas.... That Brander was guilty as Judas....
She scarce considered Mauger at all.
Dan'l handed her the jug, and she smelled at it. Whiskey, beyond a
doubt. She took it to the rail and poured it overside as she had poured
the contents of the bottle. Then came slowly back and handed the empty
jug to Brander.
"This is yours," she said. "You had best rinse it and fill it with water
and put it in your boat again."
The moon was bright upon them as they stood on the deck. He could see
her face, he could see her eyes; and he saw that she thought him guilty.
His soul sickened with the bitterness of it; and his lips twisted in a
smile.
"Very well," he said.
She looked at him, a little wistfully. "You're not denying it's yours?"
He shook his head. "No." If she believed, let her believe. He was
furious with her....
"Why did you do it?" she asked.
He said nothing; and she looked up at him a moment more, and then turned
to Mauger. "Why did you do it?" she asked the little man.
Mauger squinted sidewise at Brander. Mauger was Brander's man; and all
his loyalty was to Brander. Brander chose not to speak, not to deny the
charge she laid against them.... All right; if Brander could keep
silent, so could he. If Brander would not deny, neither would he. He
grinned at Faith; and the closed lids that covered his empty eye-socket
seemed to wink; but he said nothing at all.
Dan'l Tobey chuckled at Brander. "Eh, Brander, I'm ashamed for ye," he
said. "Such an example t'the crew."
Brander held silent. He was waiting for Faith to speak....
When neither Brander nor Mauger would answer her, Faith turned her back
on them all and went to the after rail and stood there alone,
thinking.... She knew Dan'l would wait on her word.... What was she to
do? She needed Brander; she would need him more and more.... Dan'l was
never to be trusted; she must have a man at her back.... Brander.... In
spite of her belief that he had done this thieving, she trusted him....
And loved him.... Loved him so that as she stood there with her back to
them all, the tears rolled down her cheeks, and her nails dug at her
palms.... Why had he done this? Why did he not deny? Protest? Defend
himself? She loved him so much that she hated him. If he had offended
against herself alone, she might have forgiven.... But by stealing
whiskey and giving it to the crew he was striking at the welfare of the
_Sally Sims_ herself.... And the _Sally_ was dearer to Faith just now
than herself.
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