The Wings of the Morning eBook

Louis Tracy
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 332 pages of information about The Wings of the Morning.

The Wings of the Morning eBook

Louis Tracy
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 332 pages of information about The Wings of the Morning.

During the first rapid exchange of fire, before the enemy vacated the cliff, several bullets had pierced the tarpaulin.  By a stroke of exceeding bad fortune two of them had struck each of the water-barrels and started the staves.  The contents quietly ebbed away beneath the broad sheet, and flowing inwards by reason of the sharp slope of the ledge, percolated through the fault.  Iris and he, notwithstanding their frenzied efforts, were not able to save more than a pint of gritty discolored fluid.  The rest, infinitely more valuable to them than all the diamonds of De Beers, was now oozing through the natural channel cut by centuries of storm, dripping upon the headless skeleton in the cave, soaking down to the very heart of their buried treasure.

Jenks was so paralyzed by this catastrophe that Iris became alarmed.  As yet she did not grasp its awful significance.  That he, her hero, so brave, so confident in the face of many dangers, should betray such sense of irredeemable loss, frightened her much more than the incident itself.

Her lips whitened.  Her words become incoherent.

“Tell me,” she whispered.  “I can bear anything but silence.  Tell me, I implore you.  Is it so bad?”

The sight of her distress sobered him.  He ground his teeth together as a man does who submits to a painful operation and resolves not to flinch beneath the knife.

“It is very bad,” he said; “not quite the end, but near it.”

“The end,” she bravely answered, “is death!  We are living and uninjured.  You must fight on.  If the Lord wills it we shall not die.”

He looked in her blue eyes and saw there the light of Heaven.

“God bless you, dear girl,” he murmured brokenly.  “You would cheer any man through the Valley of the Shadow, were he Christian or Faint-heart.”

Her glance did not droop before his.  In such moments heart speaks to heart without concealment.

“We still have a little water,” she cried.  “Fortunately we are not thirsty.  You have not forgotten our supply of champagne and brandy?”

There was a species of mad humor in the suggestion.  Oh for another miracle that should change the wine into water!

He could only fall in with her unreflective mood and leave the dreadful truth to its own evil time.  In their little nook the power of the sun had not yet made itself felt.  By ordinary computation it was about nine o’clock.  Long before noon they would be grilling.  Throughout the next few hours they must suffer the torture of Dives with one meager pint of water to share between them.  Of course the wine and spirit must be shunned like a pestilence.  To touch either under such conditions would be courting heat, apoplexy, and death.  And next day!

He tightened his jaws before he answered—­

“We will console ourselves with a bottle of champagne for dinner.  Meanwhile, I hear our friends shouting to those left on this side of the island.  I must take an active interest in the conversation.”

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