第4章

类别:其他 作者:Nicholas Sparks字数:11017更新时间:19/01/07 14:33:58
Theconvictionthattheyacht,andeverythingbelongingtoher,wereinsomeindefinitebutveryrealdanger,tookafreshastrongholdofhim,andthepersuasionthatthemasterofthebrigwasgoingtheretohelpdidnotbyanymeansassuagehisalarm。Thefactonlyservedtocomplicatehisuneasinesswithasenseofmystery。 Thewhitemanwhospokeasifthatseawasallhisown,orasifpeopleintrudeduponhisprivacybytakingthelibertyofgettingwreckedonacoastwhereheandhisfriendsdidsomequeerbusiness,seemedtohimanundesirablehelper。Thattheboathadbeenloweredtocommunicatewiththeprausseenandavoidedbyhimintheeveninghehadnodoubt。Thethoughthadflashedonhimatonce。Ithadanuglylook。Yetthebestthingtodoafterallwastohangonandgetbacktotheyachtandwarnthem…… Warnthemagainstwhom?Themanhadbeenperfectlyopenwithhim。 Warnthemagainstwhat?Itstruckhimthathehadn’ttheslightestconceptionofwhatwouldhappen,ofwhatwasevenlikelytohappen。Thatstrangerescuerhimselfwasbringingthenewsofdanger。Dangerfromthenativesofcourse。Andyethewasincommunicationwiththosenatives。Thatwasevident。Thatboatgoingoffinthenight……Cartersworeheartilytohimself。 Hisperplexitybecamepositivebodilypainashesat,wet,uncomfortable,andstill,onehandonthetiller,thrownupanddowninheadlongswingsofhisboat。Andbeforehiseyes,toweringhigh,theblackhullofthebrigalsoroseandfell,settinghersterndowninthesea,nowandagain,withatremendousandfoamingsplash。NotasoundfromherreachedCarter’sears。Sheseemedanabandonedcraftbutfortheoutlineofaman’sheadandbodystillvisibleinawatchfulattitudeabovethetaffrail。 Cartertoldhisbowmantohaulupcloserandhailed: \"Brigahoy。Anythingwrong?\" Hewaited,listening。Theshadowymanstillwatched。Aftersometimeacurt\"No\"camebackinanswer。 \"Areyougoingtokeephove—tolong?\"shoutedCarter。 \"Don’tknow。Notlong。Dropyourboatclearoftheship。Dropclear。Dodamageifyoudon’t。\" \"Slackaway,John!\"saidCarterinaresignedtonetotheelderlyseamaninthebow。\"Slackawayandletusrideeasytothefullscope。Theydon’tseemverytalkativeonboardthere。\" Evenwhilehewasspeakingthelineranoutandtheregularundulationsofthepassingseasdrovetheboatawayfromthebrig。Carterturnedalittleinhisseattolookattheland。Itloomedupdeadtoleewardlikealoftyandirregularconeonlyamileoramileandahalfdistant。Thenoiseofthesurfbeatinguponitsbasewasheardagainstthewindinmeasureddetonations。 ThefatigueofmanydaysspentintheboatasserteditselfabovetherestlessnessofCarter’sthoughtsand,gradually,helostthenotionofthepassingtimewithoutaltogetherlosingtheconsciousnessofhissituation。 Intheintervalsofthatbenumbedstupor——ratherthansleep——hewasawarethattheinterruptednoiseofthesurfhadgrownintoacontinuousgreatrumble,swellingperiodicallyintoaloudroar; thatthehighisletappearednowbigger,andthatawhitefringeoffoamwasvisibleatitsfeet。Stilltherewasnostirormovementofanykindonboardthebrig。Henoticedthatthewindwasmoderatingandtheseagoingdownwithit,andthendozedoffagainforaminute。Whennextheopenedhiseyeswithastart,itwasjustintimetoseewithsurpriseanewstarsoarnoiselesslystraightupfrombehindtheland,takeupitspositioninabrilliantconstellation——andgooutsuddenly。Twomorefollowed,ascendingtogether,andafterreachingaboutthesameelevation,expiredsidebyside。 \"Them’srockets,sir——ain’tthey?\"saidoneofthemeninamuffledvoice。 \"Aye,rockets,\"gruntedCarter。\"Andnow,what’sthenextmove?\" hemutteredtohimselfdismally。 Hegothisanswerinthefierceswishingwhirrofaslenderrayoffirethat,shootingviolentlyupwardfromthesombrehullofthebrig,dissolvedatonceintoadullredshoweroffallingsparks。Onlyone,whiteandbrilliant,remainedalonepoisedhighoverhead,andafterglowingvividlyforasecond,explodedwithafeeblereport。Almostatthesametimehesawthebrig’sheadfalloffthewind,madeouttheyardsswingingroundtofillthemaintopsail,andhearddistinctlythethudofthefirstwavethrownoffbytheadvancingbows。Thenextminutethetow—linegotthestrainandhisboatstartedhurriedlyafterthebrigwithasuddenjerk。 Leaningforward,wideawakeandattentive,Cartersteered。Hismensatonebehindanotherwithshouldersup,andarchedbacks,dozing,uncomfortablebutpatient,uponthethwarts。Thecarerequisitetosteertheboatproperlyinthetrackoftheseethinganddisturbedwaterleftbythebriginherrapidcoursepreventedhimfromreflectingmuchupontheincertitudeofthefutureanduponhisownunusualsituation。 Nowhewasonlyexceedinglyanxioustoseetheyachtagain,anditwaswithafeelingofveryrealsatisfactionthathesawallplainsailbeingmadeonthebrig。Throughtheremaininghoursofthenighthesatgraspingthetillerandkeepinghiseyesontheshadowyandhighpyramidofcanvasglidingsteadilyaheadofhisboatwithaslightbalancingmovementfromsidetoside。 IV Itwasnoonbeforethebrig,pilotedbyLingardthroughthedeepchannelsbetweentheoutercoralreefs,roundedwithinpistol—shotalowhummockofsandwhichmarkedtheendofalongstretchofstonyledgesthat,beingmostlyawash,showedablackheadonly,hereandthereamongstthehissingbrownfrothoftheyellowsea。Asthebrigdrewclearofthesandypatchthereappeared,deadtowindwardandbeyondamazeofbrokenwater,sandspits,andclustersofrocks,theblackhulloftheyachtheelingover,highandmotionlessuponthegreatexpanseofglitteringshallows。Herlong,nakedsparswereinclinedslightlyasifshehadbeensailingwithagoodbreeze。Therewastothelookers—onaboardthebrigsomethingsadanddisappointingintheyacht’saspectasshelayperfectlystillinanattitudethatinaseaman’smindisassociatedwiththeideaofrapidmotion。 \"Heresheis!\"saidShaw,who,cladinaspotlesswhitesuit,camejustthenfromforwardwherehehadbeenbusywiththeanchors。\"Sheiswellon,sir——isn’tshe?Lookslikeamudflattomefromhere。\" \"Yes。Itisamudflat,\"saidLingard,slowly,raisingthelongglasstohiseye。\"Haulthemainsailup,Mr。Shaw,\"hewentonwhilehetookasteadylookattheyacht。\"Wewillhavetoworkinshorttackshere。\" Heputtheglassdownandmovedawayfromtherail。Forthenexthourhehandledhislittlevesselintheintricateandnarrowchannelwithcarelesscertitude,asifeverystone,everygrainofsanduponthetreacherousbottomhadbeenplainlydisclosedtohissight。Hehandledherinthefitfulandunsteadybreezewithamatter—of—factaudacitythatmadeShaw,forwardathisstation,gaspinsheeralarm。Whenheadingtowardtheinshoreshoalsthebrigwasneverputroundtillthequick,loudcriesoftheleadsmenannouncedthattherewerenomorethanthreefeetofwaterunderherkeel;andwhenstandingtowardthesteepinneredgeofthelongreef,wheretheleadwasofnouse,thehelmwouldbeputdownonlywhenthecutwatertouchedthefaintlineoftheborderingfoam。Lingard’sloveforhisbrigwasaman’slove,andwassogreatthatitcouldneverbeappeasedunlesshecalledonhertoputforthallherqualitiesandherpower,torepayhisexactingaffectionbyafaithfulnesstriedtotheveryutmostlimitofendurance。Everyflutterofthesailsflewdownfromaloftalongthetautleeches,toenterhisheartinasenseofacutedelight;andthegentlemurmurofwateralongside,which,continuousandsoft,showedthatinallherwindingshisincomparablecrafthadnever,evenforaninstant,ceasedtocarryherway,wastohimmorepreciousandinspiringthanthesoftwhisperoftenderwordswouldhavebeentoanotherman。Itwasinsuchmomentsthathelivedintensely,inaflushofstrongfeelingthatmadehimlongtopresshislittlevesseltohisbreast。Shewashisperfectworldfulloftrustfuljoy。 Thepeopleonboardtheyacht,whowatchedeagerlythefirstsailtheyhadseensincetheyhadbeenashoreonthatdesertedpartofthecoast,soonmadeherout,withsomedisappointment,tobeasmallmerchantbrigbeatinguptackfortackalongtheinneredgeofthereef——probablywiththeintentiontocommunicateandofferassistance。Thegeneralopinionamongtheseafaringportionofhercrewwasthatlittleeffectiveassistancecouldbeexpectedfromavesselofthatdescription。Onlythesailing—masteroftheyachtremarkedtotheboatswain(whohadtheadvantageofbeinghisfirstcousin):\"Thismaniswellacquaintedhere;youcanseethatbythewayhehandleshisbrig。Ishan’tbesorrytohavesomebodytostandbyus。Can’ttellwhenwewillgetoffthismud,George。\" Alongboard,sailedveryclose,enabledthebrigtofetchthesouthernlimitofdiscolouredwateroverthebankonwhichtheyachthadstranded。Ontheveryedgeofthemuddypatchshewasputinstaysforthelasttime。Assoonasshehadpaidoffontheothertack,sailwasshortenedsmartly,andthebrigcommencedthestretchthatwastobringhertoheranchorage,underhertopsails,lowerstaysailsandjib。Therewasthenlessthanaquarterofamileofshallowwaterbetweenherandtheyacht;butwhilethatvesselhadgoneashorewithherheadtotheeastwardthebrigwasmovingslowlyinawest—northwestdirection,andconsequently,sailed——sotospeak——pastthewholelengthoftheyacht。Lingardsaweverysoulintheschoonerondeck,watchinghisadventinasilencewhichwasasunbrokenandperfectasthatonboardhisownvessel。 Alittlemanwitharedfaceframedinwhitewhiskerswavedagold—lacedcapabovetherailinthewaistoftheyacht。Lingardraisedhisarminreturn。Furtheraft,underthewhiteawnings,hecouldseetwomenandawoman。Oneofthemenandtheladywereinblue。Theotherman,whoseemedverytallandstoodwithhisarmentwinedroundanawningstanchionabovehishead,wascladinwhite。Lingardsawthemplainly。Theylookedatthebrigthroughbinoculars,turnedtheirfacestooneanother,movedtheirlips,seemedsurprised。Alargedogputhisforepawsontherail,and,liftinguphisbig,blackhead,sentoutthreeloudandplaintivebarks,thendroppeddownoutofsight。Asuddenstirandanappearanceofexcitementamongstallhandsonboardtheyachtwascausedbytheirperceivingthattheboattowingasternofthestrangerwastheirownsecondgig。 Armswereoutstretchedwithpointingfingers。Someoneshoutedoutalongsentenceofwhichnotawordcouldbemadeout;andthenthebrig,havingreachedthewesternlimitofthebank,begantomovediagonallyaway,increasingherdistancefromtheyachtbutbringinghersterngraduallyintoview。Thepeopleaft,Lingardnoticed,lefttheirplacesandwalkedovertothetaffrailsoastokeephimlongerinsight。 Whenaboutamileoffthebankandnearlyinlinewiththesternoftheyachtthebrig’stopsailsflutteredandtheyardscamedownslowlyonthecaps;theforeandaftcanvasrandown;andforsometimeshefloatedquietlywithfoldedwingsuponthetransparentsheetofwater,undertheradiantsilenceofthesky。 Thenheranchorwenttothebottomwitharumblingnoiseresemblingtherollofdistantthunder。Inamomentherheadtendedtothelastpuffsofthenortherlyairsandtheensignatthepeakstirred,unfurleditselfslowly,collapsed,flewoutagain,andfinallyhungdownstraightandstill,asifweightedwithlead。 \"Deadcalm,sir,\"saidShawtoLingard。\"Deadcalmagain。Wegotintothisfunnyplaceinthenickoftime,sir。\" Theystoodforawhilesidebyside,lookingrounduponthecoastandthesea。Thebrighadbeenbroughtupinthemiddleofabroadbeltofclearwater。Tothenorthrockyledgesshowedinblackandwhitelinesupontheslightswellsettinginfromthere。Asmallislandstoodoutfromthebrokenwaterlikethesquaretowerofsomesubmergedbuilding。Itwasabouttwomilesdistantfromthebrig。Totheeastwardthecoastwaslow;acoastofgreenforestsfringedwithdarkmangroves。Therewasinitssombredullnessaclearlydefinedopening,asifasmallpiecehadbeencutoutwithasharpknife。Thewaterinitshonelikeapatchofpolishedsilver。LingardpointeditouttoShaw。 \"Thisistheentrancetotheplacewherewearegoing,\"hesaid。 Shawstared,round—eyed。 \"Ithoughtyoucamehereonaccountofthishereyacht,\"hestammered,surprised。 \"Ah。Theyacht,\"saidLingard,musingly,keepinghiseyesonthebreakinthecoast。\"Theyacht——\"Hestampedhisfootsuddenly。 \"IwouldgiveallIamworthandthrowinafewdaysoflifeintothebargainifIcouldgetheroffandawaybeforeto—night。\" Hecalmeddown,andagainstoodgazingattheland。Alittlewithintheentrancefrombehindthewallofforestsaninvisiblefirebelchedoutsteadilytheblackandheavyconvolutionsofthicksmoke,whichstoodouthigh,likeatwistedandshiveringpillaragainsttheclearblueofthesky。 \"Wemuststopthatgame,Mr。Shaw,\"saidLingard,abruptly。 \"Yes,sir。Whatgame?\"askedShaw,lookingroundinwonder。 \"Thissmoke,\"saidLingard,impatiently。\"It’sasignal。\" \"Certainly,sir——thoughIdon’tseehowwecandoit。Itseemsfarinland。Asignalforwhat,sir?\" \"Itwasnotmeantforus,\"saidLingardinanunexpectedlysavagetone。\"Here,Shaw,makethemputablankchargeintothatforecastlegun。Tell’emtoramhardthewaddingandgreasethemouth。Wewanttomakeagoodnoise。IfoldJorgensonhearsit,thatfirewillbeoutbeforeyouhavetimetoturnroundtwice……Inaminute,Mr。Carter。\" Theyacht’sboathadcomealongsideassoonasthebrighadbeenbroughtup,andCarterhadbeenwaitingtotakeLingardonboardtheyacht。Theybothwalkednowtothegangway。Shaw,followinghiscommander,stoodbytotakehislastorders。 \"Putalltheboatsinthewater,Mr。Shaw,\"Lingardwassaying,withonefootontherail,readytoleavehisship,\"andmountthefour—pounderswivelinthelongboat’sbow。Castoffthesealashingsoftheguns,butdon’trun’emoutyet。Keepthetopsailslooseandthejibreadyforsetting,Imaywantthesailsinahurry。Now,Mr。Carter,Iamreadyforyou。\" \"Shoveoff,boys,\"saidCarterassoonastheywereseatedintheboat。\"Shoveoff,andgivewayforalastpullbeforeyougetalongrest。\" Themenlaybackontheiroars,grunting。Theirfacesweredrawn,greyandstreakedwiththedriedsaltsprays。Theyhadtheworriedexpressionofmenwhohadalongcallmadeupontheirendurance。Carter,heavy—eyedanddull,steeredfortheyacht’sgangway。Lingardaskedastheywerecrossingthebrig’sbows: \"Waterenoughalongsideyourcraft,Isuppose?\" \"Yes。Eighttotwelvefeet,\"answeredCarter,hoarsely。\"Say,Captain!Where’syourshowofcutthroats?Why!Thisseaisasemptyasachurchonaweek—day。\" Theboomingreport,nearlyoverhishead,ofthebrig’seighteen—pounderinterruptedhim。Aroundpuffofwhitevapour,spreadingitselflazily,clunginfadingshredsabouttheforeyard。Lingard,turninghalfroundinthesternsheets,lookedatthesmokeontheshore。Carterremainedsilent,staringsleepilyattheyachttheywereapproaching。Lingardkeptwatchingthesmokesointenselythathealmostforgotwherehewas,tillCarter’svoicepronouncingsharplyathisearthewords\"wayenough,\"recalledhimtohimself。 Theywereintheshadowoftheyachtandcomingalongsideherladder。Themasterofthebriglookedupwardintothefaceofagentleman,withlongwhiskersandashavedchin,staringdownathimoverthesidethroughasingleeyeglass。Asheputhisfootonthebottomstephecouldseetheshoresmokestillascending,unceasingandthick;butevenashelookedtheverybaseoftheblackpillarroseabovetheraggedlineoftree—tops。Thewholethingfloatedclearawayfromtheearth,androllingitselfintoanirregularlyshapedmass,driftedouttoseaward,travellingslowlyovertheblueheavens,likeathreateningandlonelycloud。 PARTII。THESHOREOFREFUGE I Thecoastoffwhichthelittlebrig,floatinguprightaboveheranchor,seemedtoguardthehighhulloftheyachthasnodistinctivefeatures。Itislandwithoutform。Itstretchesawaywithoutcapeorbluff,longandlow——indefinitely;andwhentheheavygustsofthenortheastmonsoondrivethethickrainslantingoverthesea,itisseenfaintlyunderthegreysky,blackandwithablurredoutlinelikethestraightedgeofadissolvingshore。Inthelongseasonofuncloudeddays,itpresentstoviewonlyanarrowbandofearththatappearscrushedflatuponthevastlevelofwatersbytheweightofthesky,whoseimmensedomerestsonitinalineasfineandtrueasthatoftheseahorizonitself。 NotwithstandingitsnearnesstothecentresofEuropeanpower,thiscoasthasbeenknownforagestothearmedwanderersoftheseseasas\"TheShoreofRefuge。\"Ithasnospecificnameonthecharts,andgeographymanualsdon’tmentionitatall;butthewreckageofmanydefeatsunerringlydriftsintoitscreeks。 Itsapproachesareextremelydifficultforastranger。Lookedatfromseaward,theinnumerableisletsfringingwhat,onaccountofitsvastsize,maybecalledthemainland,mergeintoabackgroundthatpresentsnotasinglelandmarktopointthewaythroughtheintricatechannels。Itmaybesaidthatinabeltofseatwentymilesbroadalongthatlowshorethereismuchmorecoral,mud,sand,andstonesthanactualseawater。Itwasamongsttheoutlyingshoalsofthisstretchthattheyachthadgoneashoreandtheeventsconsequentuponherstrandingtookplace。 Thediffusedlightoftheshortdaybreakshowedtheopenwatertothewestward,sleeping,smoothandgrey,underafadedheaven。 Thestraightcoastthrewaheavybeltofgloomalongtheshoals,which,inthecalmofexpiringnight,wereunmarkedbytheslightestripple。Inthefaintdawnthelowclumpsofbushesonthesandbanksappearedimmense。 Twofigures,noiselessliketwoshadows,movedslowlyoverthebeachofarockyislet,andstoppedsidebysideontheveryedgeofthewater。Behindthem,betweenthematsfromwhichtheyhadarisen,asmallheapofblackemberssmoulderedquietly。Theystooduprightandperfectlystill,butfortheslightmovementoftheirheadsfromrighttoleftandbackagainastheyswepttheirgazethroughthegreyemptinessofthewaterswhere,abouttwomilesdistant,thehulloftheyachtloomeduptoseaward,blackandshapeless,againstthewansky。 Thetwofigureslookedbeyondwithoutexchangingasmuchasamurmur。Thetallerofthetwogrounded,atarm’slength,thestockofagunwithalongbarrel;thehairoftheotherfelldowntoitswaist;and,nearby,theleavesofcreepersdroopingfromthesummitofthesteeprockstirrednomorethanthefestoonedstone。Thefaintlight,disclosinghereandthereagleamofwhitesandbanksandtheblurredhummocksofisletsscatteredwithinthegloomofthecoast,theprofoundsilence,thevaststillnessallround,accentuatedthelonelinessofthetwohumanbeingswho,urgedbyasleeplesshope,hadrisenthus,atbreakofday,tolookafarupontheveiledfaceofthesea。 \"Nothing!\"saidthemanwithasigh,andasifawakeningfromalongperiodofmusing。 Hewascladinajacketofcoarsebluecotton,ofthekindapoorfishermanmightown,andheworeitwideopenonamuscularchestthecolourandsmoothnessofbronze。Fromthetwistofthreadbaresarongwoundtightlyonthehipsprotrudedoutwardtothelefttheivoryhilt,ringedwithsixbandsofgold,ofaweaponthatwouldnothavedisgracedaruler。Silverglitteredabouttheflintlockandthehardwoodstockofhisgun。Theredandgoldhandkerchieffoldedroundhisheadwasofcostlystuff,suchasiswovenbyhigh—bornwomeninthehouseholdsofchiefs,onlythegoldthreadsweretarnishedandthesilkfrayedinthefolds。Hisheadwasthrownback,thedroppedeyelidsnarrowedthegleamofhiseyes。Hisfacewashairless,thenoseshortwithmobilenostrils,andthesmileofcarelessgood—humourseemedtohavebeenpermanentlywrought,asifwithadelicatetool,intotheslighthollowsaboutthecornersofratherfulllips。Hisuprightfigurehadanegligentelegance。Butinthecarelessface,intheeasygesturesofthewholemantherewassomethingattentiveandrestrained。 Aftergivingtheoffingalastsearchingglance,heturnedand,facingtherisingsun,walkedbare—footedontheelasticsand。 Thetrailedbuttofhisgunmadeadeepfurrow。Theembershadceasedtosmoulder。Helookeddownatthempensivelyforawhile,thencalledoverhisshouldertothegirlwhohadremainedbehind,stillscanningthesea: \"Thefireisout,Immada。\" Atthesoundofhisvoicethegirlmovedtowardthemats。Herblackhairhunglikeamantle。Hersarong,thekilt—likegarmentwhichbothsexeswear,hadthenationalcheckofgreyandred,butshehadnotcompletedherattirebythebelt,scarves,thelooseupperwrappings,andthehead—coveringofawoman。Ablacksilkjacket,likethatofamanofrank,wasbuttonedoverherbustandfittedcloselytoherslenderwaist。Theedgeofastand—upcollar,stiffwithgoldembroidery,rubbedhercheek。 Shehadnobracelets,noanklets,andalthoughdressedpracticallyinman’sclothes,hadaboutherpersonnoweaponofanysort。Herarmshungdowninexceedinglytightsleevesslitalittlewayupfromthewrist,gold—braidedandwitharowofsmallgoldbuttons。Shewalked,brownandalert,allofapiece,withshortsteps,theeyeslivelyinanimpassivelittleface,thearchedmouthclosedfirmly;andherwholepersonbreathedinitsrigidgracethefierygravityofyouthatthebeginningofthetaskoflife——atthebeginningofbeliefsandhopes。 ThiswasthedayofLingard’sarrivaluponthecoast,but,asisknown,thebrig,delayedbythecalm,didnotappearinsightoftheshallowstillthemorningwasfaradvanced。Disappointedintheirhopetoseetheexpectedsailshininginthefirstraysoftherisingsun,themanandthewoman,withoutattemptingtorelightthefire,loungedontheirsleepingmats。Attheirfeetacommoncanoe,hauledoutofthewater,was,formoresecurity,mooredbyagrassropetotheshaftofalongspearplantedfirmlyonthewhitebeach,andtheincomingtidelappedmonotonouslyagainstitsstern。 Thegirl,twistingupherblackhair,fasteneditwithslenderwoodenpins。Theman,recliningatfulllength,hadmaderoomonhismatforthegun——asonewoulddoforafriend——and,supportedonhiselbow,lookedtowardtheyachtwitheyeswhosefixeddreaminesslikeatransparentveilwouldshowtheslowpassageofeverygloomythoughtbydeepeninggraduallyintoasombrestare。 \"Wehaveseenthreesunrisesonthisislet,andnofriendcamefromthesea,\"hesaidwithoutchanginghisattitude,withhisbacktowardthegirlwhosatontheothersideofthecoldembers。 \"Yes;andthemooniswaning,\"sheansweredinalowvoice。\"Themooniswaning。Yethepromisedtobeherewhenthenightsarelightandthewatercoversthesandbanksasfarasthebushes。\" \"Thetravellerknowsthetimeofhissettingout,butnotthetimeofhisreturn,\"observedtheman,calmly。 Thegirlsighed。 \"Thenightsofwaitingarelong,\"shemurmured。 \"Andsometimestheyarevain,\"saidthemanwiththesamecomposure。\"Perhapshewillneverreturn。\" \"Why?\"exclaimedthegirl。 \"Theroadislongandtheheartmaygrowcold,\"wastheanswerinaquietvoice。\"Ifhedoesnotreturnitisbecausehehasforgotten。\" \"Oh,Hassim,itisbecauseheisdead,\"criedthegirl,indignantly。 Theman,lookingfixedlytoseaward,smiledattheardourofhertone。 Theywerebrotherandsister,andthoughverymuchalike,thefamilyresemblancewaslostinthemoregeneraltraitscommontothewholerace。 TheywerenativesofWajoanditisacommonsayingamongsttheMalayracethattobeasuccessfultravellerandtraderamanmusthavesomeWajobloodinhisveins。Andwiththosepeopletrading,whichmeansalsotravellingafar,isaromanticandanhonourableoccupation。Thetradermustpossessanadventurousspiritandakeenunderstanding;heshouldhavethefearlessnessofyouthandthesagacityofage;heshouldbediplomaticandcourageous,soastosecurethefavourofthegreatandinspirefearinevil—doers。 ThesequalitiesnaturallyarenotexpectedinashopkeeperoraChinamanpedlar;theyareconsideredindispensableonlyforamanwho,ofnoblebirthandperhapsrelatedtotherulerofhisowncountry,wandersovertheseasinacraftofhisownandwithmanyfollowers;carriesfromislandtoislandimportantnewsaswellasmerchandise;whomaybetrustedwithsecretmessagesandvaluablegoods;amanwho,inshort,isasreadytointrigueandfightastobuyandsell。SuchistheidealtraderofWajo。 Trading,thusunderstood,wastheoccupationofambitiousmenwhoplayedanoccultbutimportantpartinallthosenationalrisings,religiousdisturbances,andalsointheorganizedpiraticalmovementsonalargescalewhich,duringthefirsthalfofthelastcentury,affectedthefateofmorethanonenativedynastyand,forafewyearsatleast,seriouslyendangeredtheDutchruleintheEast。When,atthecostofmuchbloodandgold,acomparativepeacehadbeenimposedontheislandsthesameoccupation,thoughshornofitsgloriouspossibilities,remainedattractiveforthemostadventurousofarestlessrace。TheyoungersonsandrelationsofmanyanativerulertraversedtheseasoftheArchipelago,visitedtheinnumerableandlittle—knownislands,andthethenpracticallyunknownshoresofNewGuinea; everyspotwhereEuropeantradehadnotpenetrated——fromArutoAtjeh,fromSumbawatoPalawan。