“Captain Lingard's coming in,” she whispered to him. “He has made up his mind.”
“That's an excellent thing,” commented d'Alcacer, quietly. “I conclude from this that we shall hear something.”
“You shall hear it all from me,” breathed out Mrs. Travers.
“Ah!” exclaimed d'Alcacer very low.
By that time Lingard had entered, too, and the decks of the Emma were all astir with moving figures. Jorgenson's voice was also heard giving directions. For nearly a minute the four persons within the Cage remained motionless. A shadowy Malay in the gangway said suddenly: “Sudah, Tuan,” and Lingard murmured, “Ready, Mrs. Travers.”
She seized d'Alcacer's arm and led him to the side of the Cage furthest from the corner in which Mr. Travers' bed was placed, while Lingard busied himself in pricking up the wick of the Cage lantern as if it had suddenly occurred to him that this, whatever happened, should not be a deed of darkness. Mr. Travers did nothing but turn his head to look over his shoulder.
“One moment,” said d'Alcacer, in a low tone and smiling at Mrs. Travers' agitation. “Before you tell me anything let me ask you: 'Have you made up your mind?'” He saw with much surprise a widening of her eyes. Was it indignation? A pause as of suspicion fell between those two people. Then d'Alcacer said apologetically: “Perhaps I ought not to have asked that question,” and Lingard caught Mrs. Travers' words, “Oh, I am not afraid to answer that question.”
Then their voices sank. Lingard hung the lamp up again and stood idle in the revived light; but almost immediately he heard d'Alcacer calling him discreetly.
“Captain Lingard!”
He moved toward them at once. At the same instant Mr. Travers' head pivoted away from the group to its frontal position.