The Coming of Bill Part 29
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"I think that will be about all, Bannister?" he said. He spoke quietly, but his voice trembled.
But Bailey's long-dammed hatred, having at last found an outlet, was not to be checked in a moment.
"Will it? Will it? The h.e.l.l it will. Let me tell you that I came here to talk straight to you, and I'm going to do it. It's about time you had your darned dime-novel romance shown up to you the way it strikes somebody else. You think you're a tremendous das.h.i.+ng twentieth-century _Young Lochinvar_, don't you? You thought you had done a pretty smooth bit of work when you sneaked Ruth away! You! You haven't enough backbone in you even to make a bluff at working to support her. You're just what my father said you were--a loafer who pretends to be an artist. You've got away with it up to now, but you've shown yourself up at last. You d.a.m.ned waster!"
Kirk walked to the door and flung it open.
"You're perfectly right, Bannister," he said quietly. "Everything you have said is quite true. And now would you mind going?"
"I've not finished yet."
"Yes, you have."
Bailey hesitated. The first time frenzy had left him, and he was beginning to be a little ashamed of himself for having expressed his views in a manner which, though satisfying, was, he felt, less dignified than he could have wished.
He looked at Kirk, who was standing stiffly by the door. Something in his att.i.tude decided Bailey to leave well alone. Such had been his indignation that it was only now that for the first time it struck him that his statement of opinion had not been made without considerable bodily danger to himself. Jarred nerves had stood him in the stead of courage; but now his nerves were soothed and he saw things clearly.
He choked down what he had intended to say and walked out. Kirk closed the door softly behind him and began to pace the studio floor as he had done on that night when Ruth had fought for her life in the room upstairs.
His mind worked slowly at first. Then, as it cleared, he began to think more and more rapidly, till the thoughts leaped and ran like tongues of fire scorching him.
It was all true. That was what hurt. Every word that Bailey had flung at him had been strictly just.
He had thought himself a fine, romantic fellow. He was a waster and a loafer who pretended to be an artist. He had thrown away the little talent he had once possessed. He had behaved shamefully to Ruth, s.h.i.+rking his responsibilities and idling through life. He realized it now, when it was too late.
Suddenly through the chaos of his reflections there shone out clearly one coherent thought, the recollection of what Hank Jardine had offered to him. "If ever you are in a real tight corner----"
His brain cleared. He sat down calmly to wait for Ruth. His mind was made up. Hank's offer was the way out, the only way out, and he must take it.
BOOK TWO
Chapter I
Empty-handed
The steams.h.i.+p _Santa Barbara_, of the United Fruit Line, moved slowly through the glittering water of the bay on her way to dock. Out at quarantine earlier in the morning there had been a mist, through which pa.s.sing s.h.i.+ps loomed up vague and shapeless; but now the sun had dispersed it and a perfect May morning welcomed the _Santa Barbara_ home.
Kirk leaned on the rail, looking with dull eyes on the city he had left a year before. Only a year! It seemed ten. As he stood there he felt an old man.
A drummer, a cheery soul who had come aboard at Porto Rico, sauntered up, beaming with well-being and good-fellows.h.i.+p.
"Looks pretty good, sir," said he.
Kirk did not answer. He had not heard.
"Some burg," ventured the drummer.
Again encountering silence, he turned away, hurt. This churlish att.i.tude on the part of one returning to G.o.d's country on one of G.o.d's own mornings surprised and wounded him.
To him all was right with the world. He had breakfasted well; he was smoking a good cigar; and he was strong in the knowledge that he had done well by the firm this trip and that bouquets were due to be handed to him in the office on lower Broadway. He was annoyed with Kirk for having cast even a tiny cloud upon his contentment.
He communicated his feelings to the third officer, who happened to come on deck at that moment.
"Say, who _is_ that guy?" he asked complainingly. "The big son of a gun leaning on the rail. Seems like he'd got a hangover this morning.
Is he deaf and dumb or just plain grouchy?"
The third officer eyed Kirk's back with sympathy.
"I shouldn't worry him, Freddie," he said. "I guess if you had been up against it like him you'd be shy on the small talk. That's a fellow called Winfield. They carried him on board at Colon. He was about all in. Got fever in Colombia, inland at the mines, and nearly died. His pal did die. Ever met Hank Jardine?"
"Long, thin man?"
The other nodded.
"One of the best. He made two trips with us."
"And he's dead?"
"Died of fever away back in the interior, where there's nothing much else except mosquitoes. He and Winfield went in there after gold."
"Did they get any?" asked the drummer, interested.
The third officer spat disgustedly over the rail.
"You ask Winfield. Or, rather, don't, because I guess it's not his pet subject. He told me all about it when he was getting better. There was gold there, all right, in chunks. It only needed to be dug for. And somebody else did the digging. Of all the skin games! It made me pretty hot under the collar, and it wasn't _me_ that was stung.
"Out there you can't buy land if you're a foreigner; you have to lease it from the natives. Poor old Hank leased his bit, all right, and when he'd got to his claim he found somebody else working on it. It seemed there had been a flaw in his agreement and the owners had let it over his head to these other guys, who had slipped them more than what Hank had done."
"What did he do?"
"He couldn't do anything. They were the right side of the law, or what they call law out there. There was nothing to do except beat it back again three hundred miles to the coast. That's where they got the fever which finished Hank. So you can understand," concluded the third officer, "that Mr. Winfield isn't in what you can call a sunny mood. If I were you, I'd go and talk to someone else, if conversation's what you need."
Kirk stood motionless at the rail, thinking. It was not what was past that occupied his thoughts, as the third officer had supposed; it was the future.
The forlorn hope had failed; he was limping back to Ruth wounded and broken. He had sent her a wireless message. She would be at the dock to meet him. How could he face her? Fate had been against him, it was true, but he was in no mood to make excuses for himself. He had failed.
That was the beginning and the end of it. He had set out to bring back wealth and comfort to her, and he was returning empty-handed.
That was what the immediate future held, the meeting with Ruth. And after? His imagination was not equal to the task of considering that.
He had failed as an artist. There was no future for him there. He must find some other work. But he was fit for no other work. He had no training. What could he do in a city where keenness of compet.i.tion is a tradition? It would be as if an unarmed man should attack a fortress.
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