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Updated: June 24, 2025
The girl turned away from the partition, her face white and drawn, her eyes inexpressibly sad. She rose to her feet, facing Theriere. "I have heard quite enough, thank you, Mr. Theriere," she said. "You are convinced then that I am your friend?" he asked. "I am convinced that Mr. Divine is not," she replied non-committally. She took a step toward the door. Theriere stood looking at her.
As it was, Theriere, who had started to leave a second before the others, caught a fleeting glimpse of a face that quickly had been withdrawn from the cabin skylight as though its owner were fearful of detection. Without a word to his companions the Frenchman left the cabin, but once outside he bounded up the companionway to the deck with the speed of a squirrel.
"Rather uncomfortable, I imagine," commented Theriere; "but not particularly painful or dangerous and now to business!" "I'm goin' to make a break fer dat winder," announced the mucker, "and youse squat here in de tall grass wid yer gat an' pick off any fresh guys dat get gay in back here.
Slowly but surely he was beating the face of his antagonist into an unrecognizable pulp with his bare hands he had met and was killing an armed warrior. It was incredible! Not even Theriere or Billy Mallory could have done such a thing. Billy Mallory! And she was gazing with admiration upon his murderer!
Down by the salvage Theriere, Byrne, Bony Sawyer, Red Sanders, Blanco, and Wison were selecting the goods that they wished to carry with them. It was found that two trips would be necessary to carry off the bulk of the rations, so Theriere sent the mucker to summon Miller and Swenson.
It was the mucker, and at sight of him there swept over the girl the terrible peril of her position alone in the savage mountains of a savage island with the murderer of Billy Mallory the beast that had kicked the unconscious Theriere in the face the mucker who had insulted and threatened to strike her! She shuddered at the thought.
It gripped him and made him act quickly as though by instinct to do something that no one, Billy himself least of all, would have suspected that the Grand Avenue mucker would have been capable of. Across the deck Theriere was dragging himself painfully to his hands and knees, as though to attempt the impossible feat of crawling back to the cabin hatch. The wave was almost upon Billy.
He knew that a direct question as to the whereabouts of the girl would call forth either a clever oriental evasion or an equally clever oriental lie. "Does Oda Yorimoto intend slaying the white woman that was brought to his house last night?" asked Theriere. "How should the son know the intentions of his father?" replied the boy. "Is she still alive?" continued Theriere.
At this juncture the mucker opened his eyes. "Who hit me?" he murmured. "Jes' show me de big stiff." Theriere could not repress a smile. Barbara Harding again knelt beside the man. "No one hit you, Mr. Byrne," she said. "You were struck by a spear and are badly wounded." Billy Byrne opened his eyes a little wider, turning them until they rested on the beautiful face of the girl so close to his.
Divine, shin up them cliffs back o' the cove an' search fer water an' a site fer camp the rest o' us'll have our hands full with the salvage." "Good," agreed Theriere. "Miller, you and Swenson will accompany Mr. Divine."
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