outside and go inland to look for you was not to be thought of with all those pirates within springing distance.  Put yourself in my place.  Can’t you imagine my anxiety, my sleepless nights?  Each night worse than the night before.  And still no word from you.  I couldn’t sit still and worry my head off about things I couldn’t understand.  I am a sailorman.  My first duty was to the ships.  I had to put an end to this impossible situation and I hope you will agree that I have done it in a seamanlike way.  One misty morning I moved the brig nearer the sandbank and directly the mist cleared I opened fire on the praus of those savages which were anchored in the channel.  We aimed wide at first to give those vagabonds that were on board a chance to clear out and join their friends camped on the sands.  I didn’t want to kill people.  Then we got the long gun to bear and in about an hour we had the bottom knocked out of the two praus.  The savages on the bank howled and screamed at every shot.  They are mighty angry but I don’t care for their anger now, for by sinking their praus I have made them as harmless as a flock of lambs.  They needn’t starve on their sandbank because they have two or three dugouts hauled up on the sand and they may ferry themselves and their women to the mainland whenever they like.

I fancy I have acted as a seaman and as a seaman I intend to go on acting.  Now I have made the ships safe I shall set about without loss of time trying to get the yacht off the mud.  When that’s done I shall arm the boats and proceed inshore to look for you and the yacht’s gentry, and shan’t rest till I know whether any or all of you are above the earth yet.

I hope these words will reach you.  Just as we had done the business of those praus the man you sent off that night in Carimata to stop our chief officer came sailing in from the west with our first gig in tow and the boat’s crew all well.  Your serang tells me he is a most trustworthy messenger and that his name is Jaffir.  He seems only too anxious to try to get to you as soon as possible.  I repeat, ships and men have been made safe and I don’t mean to give you up dead or alive.

“You are quick in taking the point,” said Lingard in a dull voice, while Mrs. Travers, with the sheet of paper gripped in her hand, looked into his face with anxious eyes.  “He has been smart and no mistake.”

“He didn’t know,” murmured Mrs. Travers.

“No, he didn’t know.  But could I take everybody into my confidence?” protested Lingard in the same low tone.  “And yet who else could I trust?  It seemed to me that he must have understood without being told.  But he is too young.  He may well be proud according to his lights.  He has done that job outside very smartly—­damn his smartness!  And here we are with all our lives depending on my word—­which is broken now, Mrs. Travers.  It is broken.”

Mrs. Travers nodded at him slightly.

“They would sooner have expected to see the sun and the moon fall out of the sky,” Lingard continued with repressed fire.  Next moment it seemed to have gone out of him and Mrs. Travers heard him mutter a disconnected phrase. . . .  “The world down about my ears.”