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"The four heads sprang apart at the first sound, and four pairs of eyes became fixed stonily on Davidson.The woman came forward, having little more on her than a loose chintz wrapper and straw slippers on her bare feet.Her head was tied up Malay fashion in a red handkerchief, with a mass of loose hair hanging under it behind.Her professional, gay, European feathers had literally dropped off her in the course of these two years, but a long necklace of amber beads hung round her uncovered neck.It was the only ornament she had left; Bamtz had sold all her poor-enough trinkets during the flight from Saigon - when their association began.

"She came forward, past the table, into the light, with her usual groping gesture of extended arms, as though her soul, poor thing!

had gone blind long ago, her white cheeks hollow, her eyes darkly wild, distracted, as Davidson thought.She came on swiftly, grabbed him by the arm, dragged him in.'It's heaven itself that sends you to-night.My Tony's so bad - come and see him.Come along - do!'

"Davidson submitted.The only one of the men to move was Bamtz, who made as if to get up but dropped back in his chair again.

Davidson in passing heard him mutter confusedly something that sounded like 'poor little beggar.'

"The child, lying very flushed in a miserable cot knocked up out of gin-cases, stared at Davidson with wide, drowsy eyes.It was a bad bout of fever clearly.But while Davidson was promising to go on board and fetch some medicines, and generally trying to say reassuring things, he could not help being struck by the extraordinary manner of the woman standing by his side.Gazing with despairing expression down at the cot, she would suddenly throw a quick, startled glance at Davidson and then towards the other room.

"'Yes, my poor girl,' he whispered, interpreting her distraction in his own way, though he had nothing precise in his mind.'I'm afraid this bodes no good to you.How is it they are here?'

"She seized his forearm and breathed out forcibly: 'No good to me!

Oh, no! But what about you! They are after the dollars you have on board.'

"Davidson let out an astonished 'How do they know there are any dollars?'

"She clapped her hands lightly, in distress.'So it's true! You have them on board? Then look out for yourself.'

"They stood gazing down at the boy in the cot, aware that they might be observed from the other room.

"'We must get him to perspire as soon as possible,' said Davidson in his ordinary voice.'You'll have to give him hot drink of some kind.I will go on board and bring you a spirit-kettle amongst other things.' And he added under his breath: 'Do they actually mean murder?'

"She made no sign, she had returned to her desolate contemplation of the boy.Davidson thought she had not heard him even, when with an unchanged expression she spoke under her breath.

"'The Frenchman would, in a minute.The others shirk it - unless you resist.He's a devil.He keeps them going.Without him they would have done nothing but talk.I've got chummy with him.What can you do when you are with a man like the fellow I am with now.

Bamtz is terrified of them, and they know it.He's in it from funk.Oh, Davy! take your ship away - quick!'

"'Too late,' said Davidson.'She's on the mud already.'

"If the kid hadn't been in this state I would have run off with him - to you - into the woods - anywhere.Oh, Davy! will he die?' she cried aloud suddenly.

"Davidson met three men in the doorway.They made way for him without actually daring to face his glance.But Bamtz was the only one who looked down with an air of guilt.The big Frenchman had remained lolling in his chair; he kept his stumps in his pockets and addressed Davidson.

"'Isn't it unfortunate about that child! The distress of that woman there upsets me, but I am of no use in the world.I couldn't smooth the sick pillow of my dearest friend.I have no hands.

Would you mind sticking one of those cigarettes there into the mouth of a poor, harmless cripple? My nerves want soothing - upon my honour, they do.'

"Davidson complied with his naturally kind smile.As his outward placidity becomes only more pronounced, if possible, the more reason there is for excitement; and as Davidson's eyes, when his wits are hard at work, get very still and as if sleepy, the huge Frenchman might have been justified in concluding that the man there was a mere sheep - a sheep ready for slaughter.With a 'MERCI BIEN' he uplifted his huge carcase to reach the light of the candle with his cigarette, and Davidson left the house.

"Going down to the ship and returning, he had time to consider his position.At first he was inclined to believe that these men (Niclaus - the white Nakhoda - was the only one he knew by sight before, besides Bamtz) were not of the stamp to proceed to extremities.This was partly the reason why he never attempted to take any measures on board.His pacific Kalashes were not to be thought of as against white men.His wretched engineer would have had a fit from fright at the mere idea of any sort of combat.

Davidson knew that he would have to depend on himself in this affair if it ever came off.

"Davidson underestimated naturally the driving power of the Frenchman's character and the force of the actuating motive.To that man so hopelessly crippled these dollars were an enormous opportunity.With his share of the robbery he would open another shop in Vladivostok, Haiphong, Manila - somewhere far away.

"Neither did it occur to Davidson, who is a man of courage, if ever there was one, that his psychology was not known to the world at large, and that to this particular lot of ruffians, who judged him by his appearance, he appeared an unsuspicious, inoffensive, soft creature, as he passed again through the room, his hands full of various objects and parcels destined for the sick boy.

"All the four were sitting again round the table.Bamtz not having the pluck to open his mouth, it was Niclaus who, as a collective voice, called out to him thickly to come out soon and join in a drink.