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Nancy managed a smile, leaned and kissed Doris, waved a salute to Martin, and fled from the room. "David, somehow I've hurt that girl." Doris spoke wearily. "How?" Martin questioned. Doris looked up and shook her head. "How have I, Davey? I cannot tell." "She's not hurt but she's in line to be sacrificed if we don't look out. I'm the guilty one I thought only of you."
"Hey, Bob, we can cut 'em off at the Gut," called Frank, and he struck away at a tangent from their course as the man disappeared around the house and the motor car could be heard roaring off down the drive. "Righto," cried Bob, and he followed his chum. Old Davey had dropped far behind and Mr.
Davey, an urbane and unreserved American, who informed me in a breath that he was a dentist, a graduate of Harvard University, seventy-two years old, and had been in Tahiti forty-two years. He called his granddaughter of eighteen to meet me, and she brought her infant. Only he of his tribe could speak English, but she talked gaily in French.
The pastor and I, with the owner of the Atimaona plantation and a Mr. Davey, had had an appetizer a moment before. We all sat on the mats according to bodily habit, the lithe natives on their heels, the grosser ones and we whites with legs crossed, and with the minister's raising of his head we fell to, with ease of position, and no artificial instruments to embarrass our hands.
Now don't say a word, because I know better it was like Davey Crockett's coonskin, that he kept stealing from behind the bar. They take my stock for security and then hand it to Stoddard and he sells it over to you, and by the time we get through Stoddard has still got the stock and I owe the bank a million.
The men like to have me pothering around, and I've discovered that one never really has a house unless he helps build it. I'm going to get Bud down the minute I can put a bed up. And, Doris " "Yes, Davey." "I've been eavesdropping, I've been here a half hour. I heard what Nancy said let the child have her wish!" "You feel that way, David?
I'll come as cabin-boy anything." The sailor glanced at his striking appearance and neat dress. "Hardly in the cabun-buoy line I should say." "Will you take me?" said Eric. "You'll find me strong and willing enough." "Well if the skipper don't say no. Come along." They went down to a boat, and "Maister Davey" rowed to a schooner in the harbor, and took Eric on board.
I suppose when they die they wake up and stretch and have a laugh at what they feared and passed through in their sleep." "We will all do that, more or less, Davey." "More or less yes!" Then suddenly: "Doris, I think you can plan on three months in New York next winter. My boy is coming on from the West. I'm going to take my shingle down and hang his up." "Really, David? Take yours down?"
"Judge Pike's lookin' mighty well," he said, admiringly. "Yes, he is," ventured Squire Buckalew, with deference; "mighty well." "Yes, sir," echoed Peter Bradbury; "mighty well." "He's a great man," wheezed Uncle Joe Davey; "a great man, Judge Martin Pike; a great man!" "I expect he has considerable on his mind," said the Colonel, who had grown very red. "I noticed that he hardly seemed to see us."
"I told her if her grandfather had any spunk she'd git an old-fashioned hidin' for behavin' that way. And I shook the wheel again." Here Mr. Tabor, forgetting in the wrath incited by the recollection that he had not to do with an inanimate object, swung the gasping and helpless Mr. Davey rapidly back and forth in his chair. "I shook it good and hard!" "What did she do then?" asked Peter Bradbury.
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