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Above their heads a man shook a flare over the side and a thin shower of sparks floated downward and expired before touching the water. "So you can see in the night, O serang! Well, then, look and speak. Speak! Fight or no fight? Weapons or words? Which folly? Well, what do you see?" "A darkness, a darkness," whispered Wasub at last in a frightened tone.
They follow their great men even as we in the brig follow you. That is right." Lingard reflected for a moment. "My men will follow me then," he said. "They are poor calashes without sense," commented Wasub with pitying superiority. "Some with no more comprehension than men of the bush freshly caught.
He unclasped his hands, made a sweeping gesture. Carter gave all his naive sympathy to that man who had certainly rescued the white people but seemed to have lost his own soul in the attempt. Carter had heard something from Wasub.
How is it that he alone came out alive from it to be found by you?" "He was told by his lord to depart and he obeyed," began Wasub, fixing his eyes on the deck and speaking just loud enough to be heard by Lingard, who, bending forward in his seat, shrank inwardly from every word and yet would not have missed a single one of them for anything.
When Lingard went to his boat to follow Carter, who had gone back to the yacht, Wasub, mast and sail on shoulder, preceded him down the ladder. The old man leaped in smartly and busied himself in getting the dinghy ready for his commander. In that little boat Lingard was accustomed to traverse the Shallows alone.
For a time Wasub listened attentively to the profound silence. "Can we fight without a leader?" he began again. "It is the belief in victory that gives courage. And what would poor calashes do, sons of peasants and fishermen, freshly caught without knowledge? They believe in your strength and in your power or else Will those whites that came so suddenly avenge you?
By the mad scorn of Jorgenson flaming up against the life of men, all this was as if it had never been. It had become a secret locked up in his own breast forever. "Tell Wasub to open one of the long-cloth bales in the hold, Mr. Carter, and give the crew a cotton sheet to bury him decently according to their faith. Let it be done to-night. They must have the boats, too.
Wasub worked for the comfort of his commander and his singleminded absorption in that task flashed upon Lingard the consolation of an act of friendliness.
Can not Tuan see it run under his own eyes?" said Wasub with an alarmed earnestness. "Look. Now it is in my mind that a prau coming from amongst the southern islands, if steered cunningly in the free set of the current, would approach the bows of this, our brig, drifting silently as a shape without a substance." "And board suddenly is that it?" said Lingard.
Faithful above all others; the messenger of supreme moments; the reckless and devoted servant! Lingard felt a crushing sense of despair. "No, I can't face this," he whispered to himself, looking at the coast black as ink now before his eyes in the world's shadow that was slowly encompassing the grey clearness of the Shallow Waters. "Send Wasub to me. I am going down into the cabin."
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