The weather now, moderating, after the fashion of weather on this

coast, as rapidly as it had become inclement, we passed a more

comfortable night on our desert island. No doubt the lighthouse tender

knew of our presence, for he easily could see our tent by day and our

fire by night, and he surely must have seen our good ship riding at

anchor under his nose at the edge of the channel; but no visit came

from that official--for the very good reason, as we later learned,

that the storm had stove in his boat at her mooring; so that all he

himself could do was to cross his Cajun bosom and pray that his supply

skiff might come from across the bay. So, as much alone as the Swiss

family by name of Robinson--an odd name for a Swiss family, it always

seemed to me--we remained on our desert island undisturbed, the ladies

now in the comfortable tent, my hardy pirates under the tarpaulin, and

the rest of us as we liked or might, all in beds of the sweet scented

grasses which grew along the lagoon where the great ranks of wild

fowl kept up their chatter day and night.

It was a land of plenty, and any but a man in my situation might well

have been content there for many days. Content was not in my own soul.

I was up by dawn and busy about the boats, before any sign of life was

visible around the tent or the canvas shelter. But since the sun rose

warm, it yet was early when we met at John's breakfast fire. I felt

myself a shabby figure, for in my haste I had forgotten my razors; and

by now my clothing was sadly soiled and stained, even the most famous

of the Davidson waistcoats being the worse for the salt-water

immersions it had known; and my ancient flannels were corkscrewing

about my limbs. But as for Helena, young and vital, she discarded her

sweater for breakfast, and appeared as she had before the shipwreck,

in lace bridge coat and wearing many gems! L'Olonnois, with the

intimacy of kin and the admiration of youth--and with youth's lack of

tact--saluted her now gaily. "Gee! Auntie," said he, at table on the

sand, "togged out that way, all them glitterin' gems, you shore look

fit for a pirate's bride!"

Poor Helena! She blushed red to the hair; and I fear I did no better

myself. "Jimmy!" reproved Aunt Lucinda.

"Don't call me 'Jimmy'!" rejoined that hopeful. "My name is

L'Olonnois, the Scourge of The Sea. Me an' Jean Lafitte, we follow

Black Bart the Avenger, to the Spanish Main. Auntie, pass me the

bacon, please. I'm just about starved."

Mrs. Daniver, as was her custom, ate a very substantial breakfast;

Helena, almost none at all; nor had I much taste for food. In some

way, our constraint insensibly extended to all the party, much to

L'Olonnois' disgust. "It's her fault!" I overheard him say to his

mate. "Women can't play no games. An' we was havin' such a bully

chance! Now, like's not, we won't stay here longer'n it'll take to get

things back to the boat again. I don't want to go back home--I'd

rather be a pirate; an' so'd any fellow."




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