If he had been wholly wise, he would have known that her not remembering was the end of him; but Dan'l in that moment was not even a little wise. He was playing for a big stake; Faith was never so lovely in his eyes; and there was desperation in him. He was blind with the heat of his own desire.... He cried now: "You do remember. You're pretending, Faith. You could not forget. You loved me then; and, Faith, you love me now." She shook her head. "No, Dan'l. Have done." "I love you, Faith; you love me, now." "No." He leaned very close to her. "You do not know; you're not listening to your heart. I know more of your heart than you know, Faith...." "No, no, no, Dan'l," she said insistently. He flamed at her in sudden fury: "If it's not me, it's Brander.... Him that you...." "Brander?" she cried, in a passion. "Brander? The thief that's lying now in the irons I put upon him? Him? Him you say I love?" The very force of her anger should have told him the truth; but he was so blind that it served only to rejoice him. "I knew it," he cried. "I knew it. So you love me, Faith?..." "Must a woman always be loving?" she demanded wearily. "Aye, Faith. It's the nature of them.... Always to be loving.... Some one. With you, Faith, it's me. Listen and see...." "Dan'l," she said steadily, "what's the end of all this? What's the end of it all? What would you have me do?" "Love me," he told her. "What else?" "See the truth," he said. "Understand that the _Sally_ is lost.... Fast aground, here, to rot her bones away.... See that it's hopeless and wild to stick by her. We'll get out the boats. You and I and Roy and a man or two will take one; the others may have the other craft. It's not fifty miles to..." "Leave the _Sally_?" she demanded. "Yes." "I'll not talk with you, Dan'l. I'll never do that." "There's th' ambergris," he reminded her. "We'll take that. It will recompense old Jonathan for his _Sally_ and her oil." Her word was so sharp that it checked him; he was up on his feet, bending above her, pouring out his pleadings.... But she threw him into silence with that last word; and the red flush of passion in his face blackened to something worse, and his tongue thickened with the heat in him. He bent a little nearer, while her eyes met his steadily; and his hands dropped and gripped her arms above the elbows. She came to her feet, facing him.... "Dan'l," she said warningly. "If you'll not go because you will, you'll go because you must," he told her huskily and harshly. "Go because you must.... Whine at my feet afore I'm through with you. Beg me to marry you in th' end...."