adventure(冒险)-第43章
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jealous of the Martha； and no suggested man had satisfied her。
〃Oleson？〃 she had demanded。 〃He does very well on the Flibberty；
with me and my men to overhaul her whenever she's ready to fall to pieces
through his slackness。 But skipper of the Martha？ Impossible！〃
〃Munster？ Yes； he's the only man I know in the Solomons I'd care to
see in charge。 And yet； there's his record。 He lost the Umbawaone
hundred and forty drowned。 He was first officer on the bridge。
Deliberate disobedience to instructions。 No wonder they broke him。
〃Christian Young has never had any experience with large boats。
Besides； we can't afford to pay him what he's clearing on the Minerva。
Sparrowhawk is a good manto take orders。 He has no initiative。 He's
an able sailor； but he can't command。 I tell you I was nervous all the time
he had charge of the Flibberty at Poonga…Poonga when I had to stay by the
Martha。〃
And so it had gone。 No name proposed was satisfactory； and；
moreover； Sheldon had been surprised by the accuracy of her judgments。
A dozen times she almost drove him to the statement that from the
showing she made of Solomon Islands sailors； she was the only person
fitted to command the Martha。 But each time he restrained himself；
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while her pride prevented her from making the suggestion。
〃Good whale…boat sailors do not necessarily make good schooner…
handlers；〃 she replied to one of his arguments。 〃Besides； the captain of a
boat like the Martha must have a large mind； see things in a large way； he
must have capacity and enterprise。〃
〃But with your Tahitians on board〃 Sheldon had begun another
argument。
〃There won't be any Tahitians on board；〃 she had returned promptly。
〃My men stay with me。 I never know when I may need them。 When I
sail； they sail； when I remain ashore； they remain ashore。 I'll find plenty
for them to do right here on the plantation。 You've seen them clearing
bush； each of them worth half a dozen of your cannibals。〃
So it was that Joan stood beside Sheldon and sighed as she watched
the Martha beating out to sea； old Kinross； brought over from Savo； in
command。
〃Kinross is an old fossil；〃 she said； with a touch of bitterness in her
voice。 〃Oh； he'll never wreck her through rashness； rest assured of that；
but he's timid to childishness； and timid skippers lose just as many vessels
as rash ones。 Some day； Kinross will lose the Martha because there'll be
only one chance and he'll be afraid to take it。 I know his sort。 Afraid to
take advantage of a proper breeze of wind that will fetch him in in twenty
hours； he'll get caught out in the calm that follows and spend a whole
week in getting in。 The Martha will make money with him； there's no
doubt of it； but she won't make near the money that she would under a
competent master。〃
She paused； and with heightened colour and sparkling eyes gazed
seaward at the schooner。
〃My！ but she is a witch！ Look at her eating up the water； and there's
no wind to speak of。 She's not got ordinary white metal either。 It's
man…of…war copper； every inch of it。 I had them polish it with cocoanut
husks when she was careened at Poonga… Poonga。 She was a seal…hunter
before this gold expedition got her。 And seal…hunters had to sail。 They've
run away from second class Russian cruisers more than once up there off
Siberia。
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〃Honestly； if I'd dreamed of the chance waiting for me at Guvutu when
I bought her for less than three hundred dollars； I'd never have gone
partners with you。 And in that case I'd be sailing her right now。
The justice of her contention came abruptly home to Sheldon。 What
she had done she would have done just the same if she had not been his
partner。 And in the saving of the Martha he had played no part。 Single…
handed； unadvised； in the teeth of the laughter of Guvutu and of the
competition of men like Morgan and Raff； she had gone into the adventure
and brought it through to success。
〃You make me feel like a big man who has robbed a small child of a
lolly；〃 he said with sudden contrition。
〃And the small child is crying for it。〃 She looked at him； and he
noted that her lip was slightly trembling and that her eyes were moist。 It
was the boy all over； he thought； the boy crying for the wee bit boat with
which to play。 And yet it was a woman； too。 What a maze of
contradiction she was！ And he wondered； had she been all woman and
no boy； if he would have loved her in just the same way。 Then it rushed
in upon his consciousness that he really loved her for what she was； for all
the boy in her and all the rest of herfor the total of her that would have
been a different total in direct proportion to any differing of the parts of
her。
〃But the small child won't cry any more for it；〃 she was saying。 〃This
is the last sob。 Some day； if Kinross doesn't lose her； you'll turn her over
to your partner； I know。 And I won't nag you any more。 Only I do hope
you know how I feel。 It isn't as if I'd merely bought the Martha； or
merely built her。 I saved her。 I took her off the reef。 I saved her from
the grave of the sea when fifty…five pounds was considered a big risk。
She is mine； peculiarly mine。 Without me she wouldn't exist。 That big
nor'wester would have finished her the first three hours it blew。 And then
I've sailed her； too； and she is a witch； a perfect witch。 Why； do you know；
she'll steer by the wind with half a spoke； give and take。 And going
about！ Well； you don't have to baby her； starting head…sheets； flattening
mainsail； and gentling her with the wheel。 Put your wheel down； and
around she comes； like a colt with the bit in its teeth。 And you can back
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her like a steamer。 I did it at Langa…Langa； between that shoal patch and
the shore…reef。 It was wonderful。
〃But you don't love boats like I do； and I know you think I'm making a
fool of myself。 But some day I'm going to sail the Martha again。 I
know it。 I know it。〃
In reply； and quite without premeditation； his hand went out to hers；
covering it as it lay on the railing。 But he knew； beyond the shadow of a
doubt； that it was the boy that returned the pressure he gave； the boy
sorrowing over the lost toy。 The thought chilled him。 Never had he
been actually nearer to her； and never had she been more convincingly
remote。 She was certainly not acutely aware that his hand was touching
hers。 In her grief at the departure of the Martha it was； to her； anyb
