that afternoon they boarded the yacht, and katherine renewed her acquaintance with jimmy foote. maas was also introduced to her, and paid her the usual compliments upon her engagement. later she explored the yacht from stem to stern, expressing her delight at the completeness of every detail. the pleasure she derived from it, however, was as nothing compared with that of her lover, who never for one instant left her side.
“some day,” he said, as they stood together upon the bridge, looking at the harbour and watching the variety of shipping around them, “this vessel will be your own property. you will have to invite whoever you like to stay on board her with you. do you think you will ever let me come?” he looked into her face, expecting to find a smile there; but, to his astonishment, he discovered that her eyes were filled with tears. “why, my darling,” he cried, “what does this mean? what is the reason of these tears?”
she brushed them hastily away, and tried to appear unconcerned. “i was thinking of all your goodness to me,” she replied. “oh, jack! i don’t know how i can ever repay it.”
“i don’t want you to repay it,” he retorted. “you have done enough already. have you not honoured me, dear, above all living men? are you not going to be my wife?”
“that is no return,” she answered, shaking her head. “if you give a starving man food, do you think it kind of him to eat it? i had nothing, and you are giving me all. does the fact that i take it help me to repay it?”
what he said in reply to this does not come within the scope of a chronicler’s duty to record. let it suffice that, when he went below with her, he might very well have been described as the happiest man in japan. the history of the following fortnight could be easily written in two words, “love and pleasure.” from morning till night they were together, seeing everything, exploring the temples, the country tea-houses, spending small fortunes with the curio dealers, and learning to love each other more and more every day. in fact, there was only one cloud in their sky, and that was the question of what was to be done with maas. up to that time, that gentleman had shown no sort of inclination to separate himself from the party. browne could not very well ask him to leave, and yet he had the best of reasons for not wanting him to go on with them. what was to be done? he worried himself almost into a fever to know what he should do. then, almost at the last minute, maas settled the question for them, not in an altogether unexpected fashion. finding his host alone in the verandah of the hotel one evening, he asked outright, without pretence of beating about the bush, whether he might, as an old friend, continue to burden them with his society. browne found himself placed in a most awkward position. though he did not want him, he had known maas for so many years, and they had always been on such a footing of intimacy together, that he felt he could do nothing but consent. he accordingly did so, though with scarcely the same amount of grace, that usually characterized his hospitality. jimmy foote, however, expressed himself more freely.
“look here, jack, old man,” said the latter to browne, when he was informed what had taken place, “you know as well as i do that maas and i were never the greatest of friends. i tell you this because i don’t want you to think i am saying, behind his back, what i would not say to his face. at the same time, i do think that you ought to have told him straight out that he couldn’t come.”
“how on earth could i do that?” asked browne. “besides being exceedingly rude, it would have given the whole show away. what possible sort of excuse could i have made for not wanting him on board?”
“i don’t know what sort of excuse you could have made,” replied jimmy; “all i know is that you ought to have made it. you have other people besides yourself to consider in the matter.”
the deed was done, however, and could not be undone. for this reason, when the yacht said good-bye to the lovely harbour of yokohama, and treaty point was astern, maas stood upon the deck watching it fade away and drop below the sea-line.
“and now that we are on our way again, my dear browne,” said maas when the others had gone below, “what is our destination?”
“of our ultimate destination i am not yet quite certain,” answered browne, who was anxious to gain time to think before he committed himself. “but at first we are going north to have a look at the sea of okhotsk. my fiancée’s father has been residing on an island there for many years, and it is our intention to pick him up and to bring him home, in order that he may be present at our wedding.”
“in other words,” put in maas, “you are conniving at the escape of a russian convict from saghalien. is that so?”
browne uttered a cry that was partly one of astonishment, and partly one of terror. he could scarcely believe he had heard aright. this was the second time, since they had been on board the yacht, that maas had played him this sort of trick, and he did not want to be taken in again. was the other really aware of what they were going to do, or was this, as on the previous occasion, a shot fired at random?
“my dear fellow,” he began, as unconcernedly as his excitement would permit, “what on earth do you mean? help a russian convict to escape? surely you must have taken leave of your senses.”
“look here,” said maas with unusual emphasis, “what is the use of your attempting to keep a secret? nature never intended you for a conspirator. you may not have guessed it, but i have seen for some considerable time past, long before we left europe in fact, that there was trouble in the wind. otherwise, why do you think i should have accompanied you to the east, so many thousand weary miles from paris and civilization?”
“because your health was bad,” browne replied. “at least, that is what you said yourself. was that not so?”
“my health is as good as your own,” the other answered. “no, browne, i invented that excuse because i wanted to come with you; because i had some sort of notion of what you were about to do.”
“but, even supposing it should be so, how could you have known it?”
“i will tell you. do you remember the night at the amphitryon club when you told me that you were thinking of taking a trip to the farther east?”
browne admitted that he did remember it.
“well, i happened to know who the lady was to whom you were paying such marked attention. i happened to mention her name one day to an old friend, who immediately replied, ‘i know the young lady in question; she is the daughter of the famous polowski, the nihilist, who was sent to siberia, and who is now confined upon the island of saghalien.’ then you spoke of your yachting voyage to the farther east, and i put two and two together, and resolved that, happen what might, i would see you through the business. you see how candid i am with you.”
“and do you mean to say that you knew all the time what i was going to do?”
“all the time,” said maas. “did not i give you a hint at breakfast on the morning following our joining the yacht at southampton? i am your friend, browne; and, as your friend, i want to be allowed to stand by you in your hour of danger. for it is dangerous work you are engaged upon, as i suppose you know.”
“and do you really mean that you are going to help me to get this man out of his place of captivity?” inquired browne, putting on one side the other’s reference to their friendship.
“if you are going to do it, i’m certainly going to stand by you,” maas replied. “that’s why i am here.”
“and all the time i was wishing you at hanover, because i thought, that if you knew, you would disapprove.”
“it only goes to show how little we know our true friends,” continued maas. “if you feel that you can trust me now, do not let us have any more half-measures. let me be with you hand and glove, or put me ashore somewhere, and get me out of the way. i don’t want to push myself in where i am not wanted.”
browne was genuinely touched. “my dear old fellow,” he answered, putting his hand on maas’s shoulder, “i must confess i feel as if i had treated you very badly. if you are really disposed to help me, i shall be only too glad of your assistance. it’s a big job, and a hideously risky one. i don’t know what on earth i shall do if we fail.”
then, in the innocence of his heart, browne told him as much of their arrangements as he had revealed to jimmy foote. maas expressed his sympathy, and forthwith propounded several schemes for getting the unhappy man to a place of safety, when they had got him on board the yacht. he went so far as to offer to land on the island, and to make his way into the interior in the hope of being able to render some assistance should it be necessary.
“well, you know your own business best,” said jimmy foote to browne, when the latter had informed him of the discovery he had made. “but i can’t say that i altogether like the arrangement. if he had guessed our secret, why didn’t he let us know that he knew it? it seems to me that there is a little bit of underhand work somewhere.”
“i think you are misjudging him,” returned browne; “upon my word i do. of one thing there can be no sort of doubt, and that is, that whatever he may have known, he is most anxious to help.”
“is he?” exclaimed jimmy, in a tone that showed that he was still more than a little sceptical concerning maas’s good intentions. “i don’t set up to be much of a prophet; but i am willing to go so far as to offer to lay a hundred pounds to a halfpenny, that we shall find he has been hoodwinking us somewhere before we’ve done.”
jimmy spoke with such unusual gravity that browne looked at him in surprise. “oh, you may look,” answered jimmy; “but you won’t stare away what i think. browne, old man,” he continued, “you and i were at school together; we have been pals for a very long time; and i’m not going to see you, just when you’re booked to settle down happily with your wife, and become a respectable member of society, upset and spoil everything by a foolish action.”
“thank you, jimmy,” said browne. “i know you mean well by me; but, at the same time, you must not let your liking for me make you unjust to other people. maas has proved himself my friend, and i should be mean indeed if i ventured to doubt him.”
“all right,” replied jimmy; “go your way. i’ll say no more.”
that evening browne realized his long-felt wish. he and katherine promenaded the deck together, as the yacht sped on its way, across the seas, towards their goal, and talked for hours together of their hopes and aspirations. when at last she and madame bernstein bade the gentlemen good-night, the latter adjourned to the smoking-room to discuss their plan of action. maas had been evidently thinking the matter over, for he was prepared with one or two new suggestions, which struck the company as being eminently satisfactory. so sincere was he, and so anxious to be of service, that when at last they bade each other good-night, and he had retired below, jimmy turned to browne, who was standing beside the bulwark, and said:—
“jack, old boy, i believe, after all, that i’ve done that man an injustice. i do think now that he is really anxious to do what he can.”
“i’m glad indeed to hear you say so,” browne rejoined; “for i’m sure he is most anxious to be of use. forgive me if i was a bit sharp to you this afternoon. i cannot tell you how grateful i feel to you for all your kindness.”
“fiddlesticks!” muttered jimmy. “there’s no talk of kindness between us.”
fourteen days after leaving yokohama, and a little before sunset, those on board the yacht caught their first glimpse of the russian island, of which they had come in search. at first it was scarcely discernible; then, little by little, it grew larger, until its steep and abrupt rocks could be distinctly seen, with a far-away line of distant mountain-peaks, stretching to the northward.
katharine, madame bernstein, and the three young men were upon the bridge at the time. browne, who held his sweetheart’s hand, could feel her trembling. madame bernstein appeared by far the most excited of the group. advanced though the time of year was, the air was bitterly cold. but, for once in a way, the yezo strait, usually so foggy, was now devoid even of a vestige of vapour. the season was a late one, and for some hours they had been passing packs of drift ice; but as they closed up on the land it could be seen lying in thick stacks along the shore.
“that is cape siretoko,” said browne. “it is the most southerly point of saghalien.”
