"Oh, yes, it can. Having achieved it, I can go on achieving it. Iintend to remain in the Solomons, but not on Berande. To-morrow Iam going to take the whale-boat over to Pari-Sulay. I was talking with Captain Young about it. He says there are at least four hundred acres, and every foot of it good for planting. Being an island, he says I won't have to bother about wild pigs destroying the young trees. All I'll have to do is to keep the weeds hoed until the trees come into bearing. First, I'll buy the island;next, get forty or fifty recruits and start clearing and planting;and at the same time I'll run up a bungalow; and then you'll be relieved of my embarrassing presence--now don't say that it isn't.""It is embarrassing," he said bluntly. "But you refuse to see my point of view, so there is no use in discussing it. Now please forget all about it, and consider me at your service concerning this . . . this project of yours. I know more about cocoanut-planting than you do. You speak like a capitalist. I don't know how much money you have, but I don't fancy you are rolling in wealth, as you Americans say. But I do know what it costs to clear land. Suppose the government sells you Pari-Sulay at a pound an acre; clearing will cost you at least four pounds more; that is, five pounds for four hundred acres, or, say, ten thousand dollars.
Have you that much?"
She was keenly interested, and he could see that the previous clash between them was already forgotten. Her disappointment was plain as she confessed:
"No; I haven't quite eight thousand dollars.""Then here's another way of looking at it. You'll need, as you said, at least fifty boys. Not counting premiums, their wages are thirty dollars a year.""I pay my Tahitians fifteen a month," she interpolated.
"They won't do on straight plantation work. But to return. The wages of fifty boys each year will come to three hundred pounds--that is, fifteen hundred dollars. Very well. It will be seven years before your trees begin to bear. Seven times fifteen hundred is ten thousand five hundred dollars--more than you possess, and all eaten up by the boys' wages, with nothing to pay for bungalow, building, tools, quinine, trips to Sydney, and so forth."Sheldon shook his head gravely. "You'll have to abandon the idea.""But I won't go to Sydney," she cried. "I simply won't. I'll buy in to the extent of my money as a small partner in some other plantation. Let me buy in in Berande!""Heaven forbid!" he cried in such genuine dismay that she broke into hearty laughter.
"There, I won't tease you. Really, you know, I'm not accustomed to forcing my presence where it is not desired. Yes, yes; I know you're just aching to point out that I've forced myself upon you ever since I landed, only you are too polite to say so. Yet as you said yourself, it was impossible for me to go away, so I had to stay. You wouldn't let me go to Tulagi. You compelled me to force myself upon you. But I won't buy in as partner with any one. I'll buy Pari-Sulay, but I'll put only ten boys on it and clear slowly.
Also, I'll invest in some old ketch and take out a trading license.
For that matter, I'll go recruiting on Malaita."She looked for protest, and found it in Sheldon's clenched hand and in every line of his clean-cut face.
"Go ahead and say it," she challenged. "Please don't mind me.
I'm--I'm getting used to it, you know. Really I am.""I wish I were a woman so as to tell you how preposterously insane and impossible it is," he blurted out.
She surveyed him with deliberation, and said:
"Better than that, you are a man. So there is nothing to prevent your telling me, for I demand to be considered as a man. I didn't come down here to trail my woman's skirts over the Solomons.
Please forget that I am accidentally anything else than a man with a man's living to make."Inwardly Sheldon fumed and fretted. Was she ****** game of him?
Or did there lurk in her the insidious unhealthfulness of unwomanliness? Or was it merely a case of blank, staring, sentimental, idiotic innocence?
"I have told you," he began stiffly, "that recruiting on Malaita is impossible for a woman, and that is all I care to say--or dare.""And I tell you, in turn, that it is nothing of the sort. I've sailed the Miele here, master, if you please, all the way from Tahiti--even if I did lose her, which was the fault of your Admiralty charts. I am a navigator, and that is more than your Solomons captains are. Captain Young told me all about it. And Iam a seaman--a better seaman than you, when it comes right down to it, and you know it. I can shoot. I am not a fool. I can take care of myself. And I shall most certainly buy a ketch, run her myself, and go recruiting on Malaita."Sheldon made a hopeless gesture.
"That's right," she rattled on. "Wash your hands of me. But as Von used to say, 'You just watch my smoke!'""There's no use in discussing it. Let us have some music."He arose and went over to the big phonograph; but before the disc started, and while he was winding the machine, he heard her saying:
"I suppose you've been accustomed to Jane Eyres all your life.
That's why you don't understand me. Come on, Satan; let's leave him to his old music."He watched her morosely and without intention of speaking, till he saw her take a rifle from the stand, examine the magazine, and start for the door.
"Where are you going?" he asked peremptorily.
"As between man and woman," she answered, "it would be too terribly--er--indecent for you to tell me why I shouldn't go alligatoring. Good-night. Sleep well."He shut off the phonograph with a snap, started toward the door after her, then abruptly flung himself into a chair.
"You're hoping a 'gator catches me, aren't you?" she called from the veranda, and as she went down the steps her rippling laughter drifted tantalizingly back through the wide doorway.
