第19章

Larry O'KeefePRESSING BACK the questions I longed to ask, I introduced myself.Oddly enough, I found that he knew me, or rather my work.He had bought, it appeared, my volume upon the peculiar vegetation whose habitat is disintegrating lava rock and volcanic ash, that I had entitled, somewhat loosely, Icould now perceive, Flora of the Craters.For he explained naively that he had picked it up, thinking it an entirely different sort of a book, a novel in fact--something like Meredith's Diana of the Crossways, which he liked greatly.

He had hardly finished this explanation when we touched the side of the Suwarna, and I was forced to curb my curi-osity until we reached the deck.

"That thing you saw me sitting on," he said, after he had thanked the bowing little skipper for his rescue, "was all that was left of one of his Majesty's best little hydroairplanes after that cyclone threw it off as excess baggage.And by the way, about where are we?"Da Costa gave him our approximate position from the noon reckoning.

O'Keefe whistled."A good three hundred miles from where I left the H.M.S.Dolphin about four hours ago," he said."That squall I rode in on was some whizzer!

"The Dolphin," he went on, calmly divesting himself of his soaked uniform, "was on her way to Melbourne.I'd been yearning for a joy ride and went up for an alleged scouting trip.Then that blow shot out of nowhere, picked me up, and insisted that I go with it.

"About an hour ago I thought I saw a chance to zoom up and out of it, I turned, and BLICK went my right wing, and down I dropped.""I don't know how we can notify your ship, Lieutenant O'Keefe," I said."We have no wireless.""Doctair Goodwin," said Da Costa, "we could change our course, sair--perhaps--""Thanks--but not a bit of it," broke in O'Keefe."Lord alone knows where the Dolphin is now.Fancy she'll be nos-ing around looking for me.Anyway, she's just as apt to run into you as you into her.Maybe we'll strike something with a wireless, and I'll trouble you to put me aboard." He hesi-tated."Where are you bound, by the way?" he asked.

"For Ponape," I answered.

"No wireless there," mused O'Keefe."Beastly hole.

Stopped a week ago for fruit.Natives seemed scared to death at us--or something.What are you going there for?"Da Costa darted a furtive glance at me.It troubled me.

O'Keefe noted my hesitation.

"Oh, I beg your pardon," he said."Maybe I oughn't to have asked that?""It's no secret, Lieutenant," I replied."I'm about to under-take some exploration work--a little digging among the ruins on the Nan-Matal."I looked at the Portuguese sharply as I named the place.

A pallor crept beneath his skin and again he made swiftly the sign of the cross, glancing as he did so fearfully to the north.I made up my mind then to question him when op-portunity came.He turned from his quick scrutiny of the sea and addressed O'Keefe.

"There's nothing on board to fit you, Lieutenant.""Oh, just give me a sheet to throw around me, Captain,"said O'Keefe and followed him.Darkness had fallen, and as the two disappeared into Da Costa's cabin I softly opened the door of my own and listened.Huldricksson was breath-ing deeply and regularly.

I drew my electric-flash, and shielding its rays from my face, looked at him.His sleep was changing from the heavy stupor of the drug into one that was at least on the border-land of the normal.The tongue had lost its arid blackness and the mouth secretions had resumed action.Satisfied as to his condition I returned to deck.

O'Keefe was there, looking like a spectre in the cotton sheet he had wrapped about him.A deck table had been cleated down and one of the Tonga boys was setting it for our dinner.Soon the very creditable larder of the Suwarna dressed the board, and O'Keefe, Da Costa, and I attacked it.

The night had grown close and oppressive.Behind us the forward light of the Brunhilda glided and the binnacle lamp threw up a faint glow in which her black helmsman's face stood out mistily.O'Keefe had looked curiously a number of times at our tow, but had asked no questions.

"You're not the only passenger we picked up today," Itold him."We found the captain of that sloop, lashed to his wheel, nearly dead with exhaustion, and his boat deserted by everyone except himself.""What was the matter?" asked O'Keefe in astonishment.