on the firing line-第2章

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shion。

〃Is　Miss　Arthur　still　unhappy？〃　he　asked；　as　he　swung　into　step　at　her　side。

〃Yes。　She　has　taken　to　her　hymnal；　this　morning；　in　search　of　consolation。　I　tried　to　coax　her　to　get　up　and　go　ashore；　but　she　said　there　was　no　use　in　experiencing　the　same　woe　twice。〃

〃I　am　afraid　I　do　not　quite　catch　the　lady's　line　of　argument；〃　Weldon　remarked　doubtfully。

The　girl　laughed。　Then　she　decorously　checked　her　laugh　and　endeavored　to　turn　sympathetic　once　more。

〃She　means　to　make　one　prolonged　illness。　Else　she　will　only　recover　in　order　to　fall　ill　again。〃　〃Oh。〃　Weldon's　tone　was　still　blank。　〃And　shall　you　go　ashore？〃

She　shook　her　head。

〃I　am　sorry。　You　would　find　any　amount　to　see。〃

〃I　am　sorry；　too；〃　she　said　frankly。　〃Still；　I　don't　see　how　I　can；　without　Miss　Arthur。〃

His　hands　in　his　pockets；　Weldon　took　a　dozen　steps　in　doubtful　silence。

〃I'll　tell　you　what　we　can　do；　Miss　Dent：　Harry　Carew；　one　of　the　fellows　going　out　with　me；　had　a　note　of　introduction　to　Colonel　Scott　and　his　wife。　He　is　the　pompous　old　Englishman　across　the　table。　I'll　get　Carew　to　introduce　us；　and　perhaps　they　will　let　us　go　ashore　with　them。〃

〃But　are　they　going？〃　she　asked　irresolutely。

〃Surely。　We　have　three　hours　here。　I　know　Carew's　mother　well；　she　and　Mrs。　Scott　were　schoolmates　at　Madame　Prather's　in　London。〃

She　looked　up　with　sudden　interest。

〃Madame　Prather's？　That　is　where　I　have　been；　for　the　past　five　years。〃

〃Then　we　are　all　right；〃　Weldon　said　coolly。　〃The　arrangement　is　made。　Carew　is　the　only　missing　link。　Excuse　me；　and　I　will　go　in　search　of　him。〃

It　was　high　noon　when　the　Dunottar　Castle　finally　weighed　anchor　at　Funchal　and　started　on　her　long；　unbroken　voyage　to　the　southward。　Side　by　side　in　the　stern；　Weldon　and　Ethel　looked　back　at　the　blue　harbor　dotted　with　the　myriad　little　boats；　at　the　quaint　town　backed　with　its　amphitheatre　of　sunlit　hills　and；　poised　on　the　summit；　the　church　where　Nossa　Senhora　do　Monte　keeps　watch　and　ward　over　the　town　beneath。　Ethel's　experience　was　the　broader　for　her　hilarious　ride　in　a　bullock…drawn　palanquin。　Weldon's　experience　was　more　instructive。　It　taught　him　that；　her　hat　awry　and　her　yellow　hair　loosened　about　her　laughing　face；　Ethel　Dent　was　tenfold　more　attractive　than　when　she　made　her　usual　decorous　entrance　to　the　dining…room。

Mrs。　Scott　had　been　a　willing　chaperon　and　an　efficient　one。　Nevertheless；　as　they　stood　together　in　the　stern；　looking　out　across　the　gold…flecked　sea；　Weldon　felt　that　he　had　made　a　long　stride；　that　morning；　towards　acquaintance　with　his　companion。　And；　even　now；　the　voyage　was　nearly　all　before　them。

As　if　in　answer　to　his　thoughts；　she　lifted　her　eyes　to　his　face。

〃Twelve　more　days！〃　she　said　slowly。

〃Are　you　sorry？〃

She　shook　her　head。

〃Glad　and　sorry　both。　I　love　the　sea；　but　home　is　at　the　end　of　it。〃

〃You　live　out　there？〃　he　asked。

She　smiled　at　the　question。　〃Yes；　if　out　there　means　Cape　Town。　At　least；　my　parents　live　there。〃

〃How　long　have　you　been　in　England？〃　he　queried；　while；　abandoning　all　pretence　of　interest　in　the　fast…vanishing　town；　he　turned　his　back　to　the　rail　in　order　to　face　his　companion　more　directly。

〃Always；　except　for　one　year；　six　years　ago；　and　a　summersummer　in　England；　I　meantwo　years　later。〃

Rather　inconsequently；　Weldon　attacked　the　side　issue　suggested　by　her　words。

〃How　does　it　seem　to　have　one's　seasons　standing　on　their　heads？〃

She　answered　question　with　question。　〃Haven't　you　been　out　before？〃

〃No。〃

〃I　supposed　you　had　taken　the　voyage　any　number　of　times。　But　about　the　seasons；　it　doesn't　count　for　much　until　you　come　to　Christmas。　No　England…born　mortal　can　hang　up　his　stocking　in　mid…summer　without　a　pang　of　regretful　homesickness。〃

Weldon　laughed。

〃Do　you　substitute　a　refrigerator　for　a　chimney　corner？〃　he　asked。　〃But　are　you　England…born？〃

〃Yes。　My　father　went　out　only　seven　years　ago。　The　'home'　tradition　is　so　strong　that　I　was　sent　back　to　school　and　for　a　year　of　social　life。　My　little　brother　goes　to　Harrow　in　two　years。　Even　in　Cape　Town；　a　few　people　still　hold　true　to　the　tradition　of　the　public　school。〃

Weldon　nodded　assent。

〃We　meet　it　in　Canada；　now　and　then；　not　too　often；　though。　So　in　reality　you　are　almost　as　much　a　stranger　to　Cape　Town　as　I　am。〃

〃Quite。　My　father　says　it　is　all　changed　now。　It　used　to　be　a　lazy　little　place；　now　it　is　pandemonium；　soldiers　and　supplies　going　out；　time…expired　men　and　invalids　coming　in。　Mr。　Weldon〃

His　questioning　smile　answered　the　pause　in　her　sentence。

〃Well？〃　he　asked；　after　a　prolonged　interval。

Her　teeth　shut　on　her　lower　lip；　she　stared　at　the　wide　blue　sea　with　wide　blue　eyes。　Something　in　its　restless　tossing；　in　the　changing　lights　that　darted　back　to　her　from　the　crests　of　the　waves；　seemed　to　be　holding　her　in　an　hypnotic　trance。　Out　of　the　midst　of　the　trance　she　spoke　again；　and　it　was　plain　to　Weldon；　as　he　listened　to　her　low；　intent　voice；　that　her　thoughts　were　not　upon　the　sea　nor　yet　upon　him。

〃It　ought　to　terrify　me；〃　she　said。　〃I　mean　the　war；　of　course。　I　ought　to　dread　the　going　out　into　the　atmosphere　of　it。　I　don't。　Sometimes　I　think　I　must　have　fighting　blood　in　my　veins。　Instead　of　being　frightened　at　what　my　father　writes　me；　I　feel　stirred　by　it　all；　as　if　I　were　ready　for　anything。　I　went　out　to　Aldershot；　one　day　last　year；　but　that　was　only　so　many　dainty　frills；　so　much　playing　soldier。　That's　not　what　I　mean　at　all。〃　Turning　suddenly；　she　looked　up　directly　into　Weldon's　dark　gray　eyes。　〃One　of　my　cousins　wants　to　be　a　nurse。　She　lives　at　Piquetberg　Road；　but　she　has　been　visiting　friends　who　live　in　Natal　on　the　edge　of　the　fighting；　where　she　has　seen　things　as　they　happen。　In　her　last　letter；　she　told　me　that　she　was　only　waiting　for　my　uncle's　permission　to　go　out　as　a　nurse。〃

〃Is　that　what　you　would　do？〃

Her　head　lifted　itself　proudly。

〃No。　She　can　take　care　of　the　wounded　men；　if　she　chooses。　For　my　part；　I'd　rather　cheer　on　the　men　who　are　starting　for　the　front。　If　I　could　know　that　one　man；　one　single　man；　fought　the　better　for　having　known　me；　I　should　feel　as　if　I　had　done　my　share。〃

She　spoke　with　fiery　vigor；　then　her　eyes　dropped　again　to　the　dancing　waves。　When　at　length　she　spoke　again；　she　was　once　more　the　level…voiced　English　girl　who　sat　next　him　at　the　table。

〃You　are　going　out　to　Cape　Town　to　stay；　Mr。　Weldon？〃　she　asked；　with　an　accent　so　utterly　conventional　that　Weldon　almost　doubted　his　own　ears。

〃To　stay　until　the　war　ends；〃　he　replied；　in　an　accent　as　conventional　as　her　own。

〃In　Cape　Town？〃　Then　she　felt　her　eyes　drawn　to　meet　his　eyes；　as　he　answered　quietly；

〃I　shall　do　my　best　to　make　myself　a　place　in　the　firing　line。〃

Again　her　conventionality　vanished；　and　she　gave　him　her　hand；　as　if　to　seal　a　compact。

〃I　hope　you　will　win　it　and　hold　it；〃　she　responded　slowly。　〃I　can　wish　you　nothing　better。〃




CHAPTER　TWO


A　berugged；　bedraggled　bundle　of　apologies；　Miss　Ophelia　Arthur　lay　prone　in　her　steamer　chair；　her　cheeks　pale；　her　eyes　closed。　Her　conscience；　directed　towards　the　interests　of　her　charge；　demanded　her　presence　on　deck。　Once　on　deck　and　apparently　on　guard；　Miss　Arthur　limply　subsided　into　a　species　of　coma。　Her　charge；　meanwhile；　rosy　and　alert；　sat　in　the　lee　of　a　friendly　ventilating　shaft。　Beside　her；　also　in　the　lee　of　the　ventilating　shaft；　sat　Mr。　Harvard　Weldon。

The　past　week　had　been　full　of　the　petty　events　which　make　up　life　on　shipboard。　The　trail　of　smoke　from　a　passing　steamer；　the　first　shoal　of　flying　fish；　the　inevitable　dance；　the　equally　inevitable　concert　and；　most　inevitable　of　all；　the　Sabbatic　contest　between　the　captain　and　the　fresh…water　clergyman　who　insists　upon　reading　service：　all　these　are　old　details；　yet　ever　new。　Throughout　them　all；　Weldon　had　sturdily　maintained　his　place　at　Ethel's　side。　By　tacit　consent；　the　girl　had　been　transferred　to　the　motherly　care　of　Mrs。　Scott　who；　after　a　keen　inspection　of　Weldon；　had　decided　that　it　was　safe　to　take　upon　trust　this　clean…eyed；　long…legged　Canadian　who　was　so　obviously　well…born　and　well…bred。

Now　and　then　Carew　joined　the　group；　but　the　h