"There is something queer about this," said Emerson. "Where have you been all day?"
"I go sleep. I tired from fighting last night. I come back now and go work. Bime'by Chakawana come back too, I guess."
"Well, I don't need you to-night, so you'd better go back to Cherry's house and stay there till I send for you."
Constantine acquiesced calmly, and a few minutes later accompanied his mistress up the beach.
As she passed Marsh's cannery, Cherry saw a tender moored to the dock, and noticed strangers among the buildings. They stared at her curiously, as if the sight of a white girl attended by a copper-hued giant were part of the picturesqueness they expected. As she drew near her own house, she saw a woman approaching, and while yet a stone's-throw distant she recognized her. A jealous tightening of her throat and a flutter at her breast told her that this was Mildred Wayland.
Cherry would have passed on silently, but Miss Wayland checked her.
"Pardon me," she said. "Will you tell me what that odd-looking building is used for?" She pointed to the village above.
"That is the Greek church."
"How interesting! Are there many Greeks here?"
"No. It is a relic of the Russian days. The natives worship there."