And she thought also at times of their fight with the other in the fog, and followed that idea up and shivered still more. For if the mate had killed this man it would indeed have gone hard with her. Ay, she had much to be thankful for, and thankful she was.
And as to the future.... It was all vague and dim, as the future always must be, but she had no fear of it, because she trusted this man so perfectly.
Vague and dim it might be, but it was shot with rosy gleams.
Whatever he might ask of her she would hold it right because he asked it. She had found him worthy. She would trust him completely, ask what he might. Yes, ... ask ... what ... he ... might.
XLVIII
"The sun's coming out," was his cheerful announcement, one morning when he came in with her breakfast. "And here's some fish for you at last."
"The sight of it makes me hungry."
"That's the best news you've given me for four days. There's some salt for you in payment," he said, with full pride of accomplishment.
"Salt is a great treat. Have you left any for yourself?"
"Oh, I've got some. I'm going to set up a regular salt factory as soon as you're about again."