'After the tour round the island,' he said to her, as he sat by her
side beneath the palm trees and occupied his time in plaiting some of
the long, thick grass which grew at their feet into something that
should serve for hats, or, at least, coverings for their heads, 'after
the tour, when we have had the last sad satisfaction of knowing that
there can be none who have escaped, you will not object to my
endeavouring to arrange for our being taken off? The Mozambique
Channel is full of ships on their way to India during the time of the
southwest monsoon--you will let me make signals, will you not?'
'I am in your hands,' she replied, her eyes on him. 'You must do all
that you think best. Ah, Mr. Charke, you do not know how grateful I
feel to you!'
'Never say that. Not a word. I knew, I thought, I could save one
besides myself, and, naturally,' he went on simply, 'I saved you.'
Then both sat on musing and meditating in silence.
'Here comes the tiger,' he said now, seeing the creature stalking
towards them in the lithe, treacherous manner peculiar to its race. 'I
imagine it has been endeavouring to find food. I brought off some
tinned things from the ship; yet, cruel as it seems to be, it is not
advisable, I think, to give it anything in the shape of flesh.
Meanwhile, if it will only go to sleep we ought to secure it,' and, as
he spoke, he took up one of the pieces of cable and commenced tying
what is known to sailors as a double-diamond knot. But, previously, he
had fastened the other end securely round one of the palm trees that
grew close by him.
'There will be one advantage in this,' he said, 'namely, that the more
it pulls against it the tighter will come the loop, so that its
intelligence will prevent it from straining at the rope and strangling
itself.'
'Poor wretch,' Bella exclaimed, 'how gaunt and lean it is growing! I
recognise that it cannot be kept alive or even taken off with us when
we are found here; yet--yet I am sorry for it.'
'Yes,' he answered, 'I understand that, but it has to be done--must be
done--it is imperative. In the state it is now in from hunger, and
also owing to its increasing strength, our lives are no longer safe
with it, and certainly not with it at large; while, if one of us were
to scratch our hands, or even get the slightest wound, and the
creature smelt the blood, which it would undoubtedly do--well, the
result might be terrible. Now, see, it's going to sleep; it appears
exhausted. I must drop the loop over its head.'
'No,' she answered, 'let me do that. It is still very docile with
me,' and, as she spoke, she took the loop from his hand and, while
patting the creature's head--whereon it raised it as a dog will raise
its head when stroked by a loved hand--she dropped that hand down
until the rope was round its neck, though not without muttering some
words of regret as to what she deemed her treachery.
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