“Let us off with the old love before we are on with the new, gentlemen,” he said. “We’ll bury the dead first, and choose his successor afterward,—decently and in order, I trust, and with due submission to the majority.”
“I’ll fight for my rights,” growled Red Gil.
“And I for mine,” cried the Spaniard.
“And each of us’ll back his own man,” muttered in an aside the gravedigger with the broken head.
The one they called Paradise sighed. “It is a thousand pities that there is not amongst us some one of merit so pre-eminent that faction should hide its head before it. But to the work in hand, gentlemen.”
They gathered closer around the yawning grave, and some began to lift the corpse. As for me, I withdrew as noiselessly as an Indian from my lair of grass, and, hidden by the heaped-up sand, made off across the point and down the beach to where a light curl of smoke showed that some one was mending the fire I had neglected. It was Sparrow, who alternately threw on driftwood and seaweed and spoke to madam, who sat at his feet in the blended warmth of fire and sunshine. Diccon was roasting the remainder of the oysters he had gathered the night before, and my lord stood and stared with a frowning face at the nine-mile-distant mainland. All turned their eyes upon me as I came up to the fire.
“A little longer, Captain Percy, and we would have had out a search-warrant,” began the minister cheerfully. “Have you been building a bridge?”
“If I build one,” I said, “it will be a perilous one enough. Have you looked seaward?”
“We waked but a minute agone,” he answered. As he spoke, he straightened his great form and lifted his face from the fire to the blue sea. Diccon, still on his knees at his task, looked too; and my lord, turning from his contemplation of the distant kingdom of Accomac; and Mistress Percy, one hand shading her eyes, the slender fingers of the other still immeshed in her long dark hair, which she had been braiding. They stared at the ship in silence until my lord laughed.
“Conjure us on board at once, captain,” he cried. “We are thirsty.”