“‘No objections,’ I said, to Quint. ‘’Tis your affair.’
“‘That was my thought,’ he agreed, and passed me, and went astern. I stood aside to let him pass, and trembled, and laughed for the joy of my fear.
“And then we came to the lagoon, and the blacks began to dive. Only the two we had; and there was no sign of Islanders, ashore. But the water was shallow, and we worked the men with knives, and they got pearls. Sometimes one or two in a day; sometimes a dozen. Do you know pearls, Joel? They’re sweet as a woman’s skin. I had never seen them, before. And we all went a little mad over them....
“They made Fetcher hysterical. He laughed too much. They made Quint morose. They made me tremble....”
He wiped his hand across his eyes, as though the memory wearied him; and he moved his great shoulders, and looked at Joel, and laughed. “But it could not last, in that fashion,” he said. “It might have been anything. It turned out to be the women. I said they seemed content. They did. But that may be the way of the blacks. They have a happy habit of life; they laugh easily....
“At any rate, we found one morning that Quint’s girl was gone. She was not on the schooner; and ashore, we found her tracks in the sand. She had gone into the trees. And we beat the island, and we did not find her. And Quint sweated. All that day.
“That night, he looked at my little brown girl, and touched her shoulder. I was across the deck, the girl coming to me with food. I said to him: ‘No. She’s mine, Quint.’ And he looked at me, and I beat him with my eyes. And as his turned from mine, Fetcher and his woman came on deck, and Quint tapped Fetcher, and said to him: ‘What will you take for her?’
“Fetcher laughed at him; and Quint scowled. And I—for I was minded to see sport, came across to them and said: ‘Play for her. Play for her!’
“Fetcher was willing; because he had the blood that gambles anything. Quint was willing, because he was the better player. They sat down to the game, in the cabin, after supper. Poker. Cold hands. Nine of them. Winner of five to win....
“Fetcher got two, lost four, got two more. I was dealing. Card by card, face upward. I remember those hands. And my little brown girl, and the other, watching from the corner.