'I'moffi'th'morning;andsailforthenorthseasdayafter。'
　　Heturnedaway，andbegantowhistle，asifhedidnotwishforanyfurtherconversationwithhisinterrogator。Philip，indeed，hadnothingmoretosaytohim:hehadlearnedallhewantedtoknow。
　　'I'dliketobidgood—bytoSylvie。Issheathome？'heaskedofherfather。
　　'A'mthinkingthou'llnotfindher。She'llbeofftoYesterbarrowt'
　　seeifshe'dgetasettin'o'theireggs;hergreyspeckledheniscluckin'，andnought'llserveourSylviabuttheireggstosetherupon。But，fora'that，shemayn'tbegoneyet。Bestgoonandseeforthysel'。'
　　Sotheyparted;butPhiliphadnotgonemanystepsbeforehisunclecalledhimback，Kinraidslowlyloiteringonmeanwhile。Robsonwasfumblingamongsomedirtypapershehadinanoldleathercase，whichhehadproducedoutofhispocket。
　　'Factis，Philip，t'pleugh'sinabadway，gearin'anda'，an'folkistalkin'onanewkindo'mak';andifthou'sboundforYork————'
　　'I'mnotgoingbyYork;I'mgoingbyaNewcastlesmack。'
　　'Newcassel——Newcassel——it'sprettymucht'same。Here，lad，thoucanreadprinteasyit'sabitaswascutoutonapapper;there'sNewcassel，andYork，andDurham，andavastmoretownsnamed，wheerefolkcanlearna'aboutt'newmak'o'pleugh。'
　　'Isee，'saidPhilip:'"Robinson，Side，Newcastle，cangiveallrequisiteinformation。"'
　　'Ay，ay，'saidRobson;'thou'shitt'marrowont'matter。Now，ifthou'rti'Newcassel，thoucanlearnallaboutit;thou'rtlittlebetternorawoman，forsure，bein'mainlyacquaintwi'ribbons，butthey'lltellthee——they'lltellthee，lad;andwritedownwhattheysayn，andwhat'stobet'price，andlooksharpastowhatkindo'folktheyareassells'em，an'writeandletmeknow。Thou'llbei'Newcasselto—morrow，maybe？Well，then，I'llreckontohearfro'theeinaweek，or，mayhap，less，——fort'landisbackward，andI'dliketoknowaboutt'pleughs。I'damonth'smindtowritetoBrunton，asmarriedMollyCorney，butwritin'ismorei'thywayan't'parson'snormine;andifthousellsribbons，Bruntonsellscheese，andthat'snobetter。'
　　Philippromisedtodohisbest，andtowritewordtoRobson，who，satisfiedwithhiswillingnesstoundertakethecommission，badehimgoonandseeifhecouldnotfindthelass。HerfatherwasrightinsayingthatshemightnothavesetoutforYesterbarrow。ShehadtalkedaboutittoKinraidandherfatherinordertocoverherregretatherlover'saccompanyingherfathertoseesomenewkindofharpoonaboutwhichthelatterhadspoken。
　　Butassoonastheyhadleftthehouse，andshehadcovertlywatchedthemupthebrowinthefield，shesatedowntomeditateanddreamabouthergreathappinessinbeingbelovedbyherhero，CharleyKinraid。Nogloomydreadofhislongsummer'sabsence;nofearofthecold，glitteringicebergsbearingmercilesslydownontheUrania，norshudderinganticipationofthedarkwavesofevilimport，crossedhermind。Helovedher，andthatwasenough。Hereyeslooked，trance—like，intoadim，gloriousfutureoflife;herlips，stillwarmandreddenedbyhiskiss，werejustpartedinahappysmile，whenshewas'startledbythesoundofanapproachingfootstep——afootstepquitefamiliarenoughforhertorecognizeit，andwhichwasunwelcomenow，asdisturbingherintheoneblessedsubjectofthoughtinwhichaloneshecaredtoindulge。
　　'Well，Philip！an'whatbringsyo'here？'washerratherungraciousgreeting。
　　'Why，Sylvie，areyo'sorrytoseeme？'askedPhilip，reproachfully。
　　Butsheturneditoffwithassumedlightness。
　　'Oh，yes，'saidshe。'I'vebeenwantingyo'thisweekpastwi't'matchtomyblueribbonyo'saidyo'dgetandbringmenexttimeyo'came。'
　　'I'veforgottenit，Sylvie。It'scleangoneoutofmymind，'saidPhilip，withtrueregret。'ButI'vehadadealtothinkon，'hecontinued，penitently，asifanxioustobeforgiven。Sylviadidnotwanthispenitence，didnotcareforherribbon，wastroubledbyhisearnestnessofmanner——butheknewnothingofallthat;heonlyknewthatshewhomhelovedhadaskedhimtodosomethingforher，andhehadneglectedit;so，anxioustobeexcusedandforgiven，hewentonwiththeapologyshecarednottohear。
　　Ifshehadbeenlessoccupiedwithherownaffairs，lessengrossedwithdeepfeeling，shewouldhavereproachedhim，ifonlyinjest，forhiscarelessness。
　　Asitwas，shescarcelytookinthesenseofhiswords。
　　'Yousee，Sylvie，I'vehadadealtothinkon;beforelongIintendtellingyo'allaboutit;justnowI'mnotfreetodoit。Andwhenaman'smindisfullo'business，mostparticularwhenit'sotherfolk'sasistrustedtohim，heseemstolosecountontheverythingshe'dmostcareforatanothertime。'Hepausedalittle。
　　Sylvia'sgallopingthoughtswerepulledsuddenlyupbyhissilence;
　　shefeltthathewantedhertosaysomething，butshecouldthinkofnothingbesidesanambignous——
　　'Well？'
　　'AndI'mofftoLondoni't'morning，'addedhe，alittlewistfully，almostasifbeseechinghertoshoworexpresssomesorrowatajourney，theverydestinationofwhichshowedthathewouldbeabsentforsometime。
　　'ToLunnon！'saidshe，withsomesurprise。'Yo'reniverthinkingo'
　　goingtolivetheere，forsure！'
　　Surprise，andcuriosity，andwonder;nothingmore，asPhilip'sinstincttoldhim。Buthereasonedthatfirstcorrectimpressionawaywithingenioussophistry。
　　'Nottolivethere:onlytostayforsometime。Ishallbeback，Ireckon，inamonthorso。'
　　'Ohthat'snoughtofagoingaway，'saidshe，ratherpetulantly。'Themasgoestot'Greenlandseashastobideawayforsixmonthsandmore，'
　　andshesighed。
　　SuddenlyalightshonedownintoPhilip'smind。Hisvoicewaschangedashespokenext。
　　'Imetthatgood—for—nothingchap，Kinraid，wi'yo'rfatherJustnow。
　　He'llha'beenhere，Sylvie？'
　　Shestoopedforsomethingshehaddropped，andcameupredasarose。
　　'Tobesure;whatthen？'Andsheeyedhimdefiantly，thoughinherheartshetrembled，sheknewnotwhy。
　　'Whatthen？andyo'rmotheraway。He'snocompanyforsuchasthee，atnotime，Sylvie。'
　　'Feytherandmechoosesourowncompany，withoutiveraskingleaveo'
　　yo'，'saidSylvia，hastilyarrangingthethingsinthelittlewoodenwork—boxthatwasonthetable，preparatorytoputtingitaway。Atthetime，inhisagitation，hesaw，butdidnotaffixanymeaningtoit，thatthehalfofsomesilvercoinwasamongthecontentsthusturnedoverbeforetheboxwaslocked。
　　'Butthymotherwouldn'tlikeit，Sylvie;he'splayedfalsewi'otherlasses，he'llbeplayingtheefalsesomeo'thesedays，ifthouletshimcomeaboutthee。Hewentonwi'AnnieCoulson，William'ssister，tillhebrokeherheart;andsin'thenhe'sbeenonwi'others。'
　　'Idunnotbelieveawordon't，'saidSylvia，standingup，allaflame。
　　'Inivertelledaliei'mylife，'saidPhilip，almostchokingwithgriefathermannertohim，andtheregardforhisrivalwhichshebetrayed。
　　'ItwereWillieCoulsonastelledme，assolemnandseriousasonemancanspeaktoanother;andhesaiditweren'tthefirstnorthelasttimeashehadmadehisowngamewithyoungwomen。
　　'Andhowdareyo'comeheretomewi'yo'rbackbitingtales？'saidSylvia，shiveringalloverwithpassion。
　　Philiptriedtokeepcalm，andtoexplain。
　　'Itwereyo'rownmother，Sylvia，asknowedyo'hadnobrother，oranyonetoseeafteryo';andyo'sopretty，sopretty，Sylvia，'hecontinued，shakinghishead，sadly，'thatmenrunafteryo'againsttheirwill，asonemaysay;andyo'rmotherbademewatcho'eryeandseewhatcompanyyo'kept，andwhowasfollowingafteryo'，andtowarnyo'，ifneedwere。'
　　'Mymotherniverbadeyo'tocomespyingafterme，andblamingmeforseeingaladasmyfeytherthinkswellon。An'Idon'tbelieveawordaboutAnnieCoulson;an'I'mnotgoingtosufferyo'tocomewi'yo'rtalestome;say'emouttohisface，andhearwhathe'llsaytoyo'。'
　　'Sylvie，Sylvie，'criedpoorPhilip，ashisoffendedcousinrushedpasthim，andupstairstoherlittlebedroom，whereheheardthesoundofthewoodenboltflyingintoitsplace。Hecouldhearherfeetpacingquicklyaboutthroughtheunceiledrafters。Hesatestillindespair，hisheadburiedinhistwohands。Hesatetillitgrewdusk，dark;thewoodfire，notgatheredtogetherbycarefulhands，diedoutintograyashes。DollyReidhaddoneherworkandgonehome。TherewerebutPhilipandSylviainthehouse。Heknewheoughttobegoinghome，forhehadmuchtodo，andmanyarrangementstomake。Yetitseemedasthoughhecouldnotstir。
　　Atlengthheraisedhisstiffenedbody，andstoodup，dizzy。Upthelittlewoodenstairshewent，wherehehadneverbeenbefore，tothesmallsquarelanding，almostfilledupwiththegreatchestforoat—cake。Hebreathedhardforaminute，andthenknockedatthedoorofSylvia'sroom。
　　'Sylvie！I'mgoingaway;saygood—by。'Noanswer。Notasoundheard。
　　'Sylvie！'（alittlelouder，andlesshoarselyspoken）。Therewasnoreply。
　　'Sylvie！Ishallbealongtimeaway;perhapsImaynivercomebackatall;'herehebitterlythoughtofanunregardeddeath。Saygood—by。'Noanswer。Hewaitedpatiently。Canshebeweariedout，andgonetosleep，hewondered。Yetonceagain——'Good—by，Sylvie，andGodblessyo'！I'msorryIvexedyo'。'
　　Noreply。
　　Withaheavy，heavyhearthecreakeddownthestairs，feltforhiscap，andleftthehouse。
　　'She'swarned，anyway，'thoughthe。JustatthatmomentthelittlecasementwindowofSylvia'sroomwasopened，andshesaid——
　　'Good—by，Philip！'
　　Thewindowwasshutagainassoonasthewordswerespoken。Philipknewtheuselessnessofremaining;theneedforhisdeparture;andyethestoodstillforalittletimelikeoneentranced，asifhiswillhadlostallpowertocompelhimtoleavetheplace。Thosetwowordsofhers，whichtwohoursbeforewouldhavebeensofarbeneathhisaspirations，hadnowpowertore—lighthope，toquenchreproachorblame。
　　'She'sbutayounglassie，'saidhetohimself;'an'KinraidhasbeenplayingWI'her，assuchashecan'thelpdoing，oncetheygetamongt'
　　women。An'IcamedownsuddenonheraboutAnnieCoulson，andtouchedherpride。Maybe，too，itwereilladvisedtotellherhowhermotherwasfearedforher。Icouldn'tha'lefttheplaceto—morrowifhe'dbeenbidinghere;
　　buthe'soffforhalfayearorso，andI'llbehomeagainassoonasiverIcan。Inhalfayearsuchasheforgets，ifiverhe'sthoughtseriousabouther;butina'mylifetime，ifIlivetofourscore，Icanniverforget。
　　Godblessherforsaying，"Good—by，Philip。"'Herepeatedthewordsaloudinfondmimicryofhertones:'Good—by，Philip。'
　　chapter18CHAPTERXVIIIEDDYINLOVE'SCURRENTThenextmorningshonebrightandclear，ifeveraMarchmorningdid。Thebeguilingmonthwascominginlikealamb，withwhateverstormsitmightgoragingout。ItwaslongsincePhiliphadtastedthefreshnessoftheearlyairontheshore，orinthecountry，ashisemploymentattheshopdetainedhiminMonkshaventilltheevening。Andasheturneddownthequays（orstaithes）onthenorthsideoftheriver，towardstheshore，andmetthefreshsea—breezeblowingrightinhisface，itwasimpossiblenottofeelbrightandelastic。Withhisknapsackslungoverhisshoulder，hewaspreparedforagoodstretchtowardsHartlepool，whenceacoachwouldtakehimtoNewcastlebeforenight。Forsevenoreightmilesthelevelsandswereasshortandfarmoreagreeablearoadthantheupanddownland—ways。Philipwalkedonprettybriskly，unconsciouslyenjoyingthesunnylandscapebeforehim;thecrispcurlingwavesrushingalmostuptohisfeet，onhisrighthand，andthenswishingbackoverthefinesmallpebblesintothegreatswellingsea。Tohisleftwerethecliffsrisingonebehindanother，havingdeepgullieshereandtherebetween，withlonggreenslopesupwardfromtheland，andthensuddenfallsofbrownandredsoilorrockdeepeningtoayetgreaterrichnessofcolourattheirbasetowardstheblueoceanbeforehim。Theloud，monotonousmurmuroftheadvancingandrecedingwaterslulledhimintodreaminess;thesunnylookofeverythingtingedhisday—dreamswithhope。Sohetrudgedmerrilyoverthefirstmileorso;notanobstacletohismeasuredpaceonthehard，levelpavement;
　　notacreaturetobeseensincehehadleftthelittlegatheringofbare—leggedurchinsdabblinginthesea—poolsnearMonkshaven。Thecaresoflandwereshutoutbythegloriousbarrierofrocksbeforehim。Thereweresomegreatmassesthathadbeendetachedbytheactionoftheweather，andlayhalfembeddedinthesand，draperiedoverbytheheavypendentolive—greenseaweed。
　　Thewaveswereneareratthispoint;theadvancingseacameupwithamightydistantlengthofroar;hereandtherethesmoothswellwaslashedbythefretagainstunseenrocksintowhitebreakers;butotherwisethewavescameupfromtheGermanOceanuponthatEnglishshorewithalongsteadyrollthatmighthavetakenitsfirstimpetusfaraway，inthehauntofthesea—serpentonthecoastof'Norrowayoverthefoam。'TheairwassoftasMay;rightoverheadtheskywasblue，butitdeadenedintograynearthesealines。Flocksofseagullshoveredabouttheedgeofthewaves，slowlyrisingandturningtheirwhiteunder—plumagetoglimmerinthesunlightasPhilipapproached。Thewholescenewassopeaceful，sosoothing，thatitdispelledthecaresandfears（toowellfoundedinfact）whichhadweigheddownonhisheartduringthedarkhoursofthepastnight。
　　TherewasHaytersbankgullyopeningdownitsgreenentranceamongthewarmbrownbasesofthecliffs。Below，intheshelteredbrushwood，amongthelastyear'switheredleaves，someprimrosesmightbefound。HehalfthoughtofgatheringSylviaaposyofthem，andrushinguptothefarmtomakealittlefarewellpeace—offering。Butonlookingathiswatch，heputallthoughtsofsuchanactionoutofhishead;itwasaboveanhourlaterthanhehadsupposed，andhemustmakeallhasteontoHartlepool。
　　Justashewasapproachingthisgully，amancamedashingdown，andranoutsomewayuponthesandwiththeveryforceofhisdescent;thenheturnedtotheleftandtookthedirectionofHartlepoolahundredyardsorsoinadvanceofPhilip。Heneverstayedtolookroundhim，butwentswiftlyandsteadilyonhisway。Bythepeculiarlurchinhiswalk——byeverything——Philipknewitwasthespecksioneer，Kinraid。
　　NowtheroadupHaytersbankgullyledtothefarm，andnowhereelse。
　　StillanyonewishingtodescendtotheshoremightdosobyfirstgoinguptotheRobsons'house，andskirtingthewallstilltheycametothelittleslenderpathdowntotheshore。Butbythefarm，bytheveryhouse—doortheymustofnecessitypass。Philipslackenedhispace，keepingundertheshadowoftherock。By—and—byKinraid，walkingonthesunlightopensands，turnedroundandlookedlongandearnestlytowardsHaytersbankgully。Hepburnpausedwhenhepaused，butasintentlyashelookedatsomeobjectabove，sointentlydidHepburnlookathim。Noneedtoascertainbysighttowardswhomhislooks，histhoughtsweredirected。Hetookoffhishatandwavedit，touchingonepartofitasifwithparticularmeaning。Whenheturnedawayatlast，Hepburnheavedaheavysigh，andcreptyetmoreintothecolddankshadowofthecliffs。Eachstepwasnowaheavytask，hissadhearttiredandweary。Afterawhileheclimbedupafewfeet，soastominglehisformyetmorecompletelywiththestonesandrocksaround。Stumblingovertheunevenandoftenjaggedpoints，slippingonthesea—weed，plungingintolittlepoolsofwaterleftbytheebbingtideinsomenaturalbasins，heyetkepthiseyesfixedasifinfascinationonKinraid，andmadehiswayalmostalongsideofhim。ButthelasthourhadpinchedHepburn'sfeaturesintosomethingofthewanhaggardnesstheywouldwearwhenheshouldfirstbelyingstillforever。
　　Andnowthetwomenweredrawingnearacreek，abouteightmilesfromMonkshaven。Thecreekwasformedbyabeck（orsmallstream）thatcameflowingdownfromthemoors，andtookitswaytotheseabetweenthewideningrocks。Themeltingofthesnowsandrunningofthefloodedwater—springsabovemadethisbeckintheearlyspring—timebothdeepandwide。Hepburnknewthatheretheybothmusttakeapathleadinginlandtoanarrowfoot—bridgeaboutaquarterofamileupthestream;indeedfromthispoint，owingtothejuttingoutoftherocks，thelandpathwastheshortest;andthiswaylaybythewater—sideatananglerightbelowtheclifftowhichHepburn'sstepswereleadinghim。Heknewthatonthislonglevelfield—pathhemighteasilybeseenbyanyonefollowing;nay，ifhefollowedanyoneatashortdistance，foritwasfullofturnings;andheresolved，lateashewas，tositdownforawhiletillKinraidwasfarenoughinadvanceforhimtoescapebeingseen。Hecameuptothelastrockbehindwhichhecouldbeconcealed;sevenoreightfeetabovethestreamhestood，andlookedcautiouslyforthespecksioneer。Upbytherushingstreamhelooked，thenrightbelow。
　　'ItisGod'sprovidence，'hemurmured。'ItisGod'sprovidence。'
　　Hecroucheddownwherehehadbeenstandingandcoveredhisfacewithhishands。Hetriedtodeafenaswellastoblindhimself，thathemightneitherhearnorseeanythingofthecomingeventofwhichhe，aninhabitantofMonkshavenatthatday，wellunderstoodthebetokeningsigns。
　　Kinraidhadtakenthelargerangleofthesandsbeforeturninguptowardsthebridge。Hecamealongnownearingtherocks。Bythistimehewassufficientlybuoyanttowhistletohimself。ItsteeledPhilip'shearttowhatwascomingtohearhisrivalwhistling，'Weelmaythekeelrow，'sosoonafterpartingwithSylvia。
　　TheinstantKinraidturnedthecornerofthecliff，theambushwasuponhim。Fourman—of—war'smensprangonhimandstrovetopinionhim。
　　'IntheKing'sname！'criedthey，withrough，triumphantjeers。
　　Theirboatwasmoorednotadozenyardsabove;theyweresentbythetenderofafrigatelyingoffHartlepoolforfreshwater。Thetenderwasatanchorjustbeyondthejuttingrocksinface。
　　Theyknewthatfishermenwereinthehabitofgoingtoandfromtheirnetsbythesideofthecreek;butsuchaprizeasthisactive，strong，andevidentlysuperiorsailor，waswhattheyhadnothopedfor，andtheirendeavourstosecurehimwereinproportiontothevalueoftheprize。
　　Althoughtakenbysurprise，andattackedbysomany，Kinraiddidnotlosehiswits。Hewrenchedhimselffree，cryingoutloud:
　　'Avast，I'maprotectedwhaler。Iclaimmyprotection。I'vemypaperstoshow，I'mbondedspecksioneertotheUraniawhaler，Donkincaptain，NorthShieldsport。'
　　Asaprotectedwhaler，thepress—ganghad，bythe17thsectionofAct26Geo。III。nolegalrighttoseizehim，unlesshehadfailedtoreturntohisshipbythe10thMarchfollowingthedateofhisbond。Butofwhatusewerethepapershehastilydraggedoutofhisbreast;ofwhatusewerelawsinthosedaysofslowintercoursewithsuchaswerepowerfulenoughtoprotect，andinthetimeofpopularpanicagainstaFrenchinvasion？
　　'D——nyourprotection，'criedtheleaderofthepress—gang;comeandservehisMajesty，that'sbetterthancatchingwhales。'
　　'Isitthough？'saidthespecksioneer，withamotionofhishand，whichtheswift—eyedsailoropposedtohimsawandinterpretedrightly。
　　'Thouwilt，wiltthou？Closewithhim，Jack;andwarethecutlass。'
　　Inaminutehiscutlasswasforcedfromhim，anditbecameahand—to—handstruggle，ofwhich，fromthedifferenceinnumbers，itwasnotdifficulttoforetelltheresult。YetKinraidmadedesperateeffortstofreehimself;
　　hewastednobreathinwords，butfought，asthemensaid，'likeaverydevil。'
　　Hepburnheardloudpantsofbreath，greatthuds，thedullstruggleoflimbsonthesand，thegrowlingcursesofthosewhothoughttohavemanagedtheiraffairmoreeasily;thesuddencryofsomeonewounded，notKinraidheknew，Kinraidwouldhaveborneanypaininsilenceatsuchamoment;
　　anotherwrestling，swearing，infuriatedstrife，andthenastrangesilence。
　　Hepburnsickenedattheheart;wasthenhisrivaldead？hadheleftthisbrightworld？losthislife——hislove？ForaninstantHepburnfeltguiltyofhisdeath;hesaidtohimselfhehadneverwishedhimdead，andyetinthestrugglehehadkeptaloof，andnowitmightbetoolateforever。
　　Philipcouldnotbearthesuspense;helookedstealthilyroundthecorneroftherockbehindwhichhehadbeenhidden，andsawthattheyhadoverpoweredKinraid，and，tooexhaustedtospeak，werebindinghimhandandfoottocarryhimtotheirboat。
　　Kinraidlayasstillasanyhedgehog:herolledwhentheypushedhim;
　　hesufferedhimselftobedraggedwithoutanyresistance，anymotion;thestrongcolourbroughtintohisfacewhilefightingwasgonenow，hiscountenancewaslividpale;hislipsweretightlyheldtogether，asifitcosthimmoreefforttobepassive，wooden，andstiffintheirhandsthanithaddonetofightandstrugglewithallhismight。Hiseyesseemedtheonlypartabouthimthatshowedcognizanceofwhatwasgoingon。Theywerewatchful，vivid，fierceasthoseofawildcatbroughttobay，seekinginitsdesperatequickenedbrainforsomemodeofescapenotyetvisible，andinallprobabilitynevertobecomevisibletothehopelesscreatureinitssupremeagony。
　　Withoutamotionofhishead，hewasperceivingandtakingineverythingwhilehelayboundatthebottomoftheboat。Asailorsatbyhisside，whohadbeenhurtbyablowfromhim。Themanheldhisheadinhishand，moaning;buteverynowandthenherevengedhimselfbyakickattheprostratespecksioneer，tillevenhiscomradesstoppedtheircursingandswearingattheirprisonerforthetroublehehadgiventhem，tocryshameontheircomrade。ButKinraidneverspoke，norshrankfromtheoutstretchedfoot。
　　Oneofhiscaptors，withthesuccessfulinsolenceofvictory，venturedtojeerhimonthesupposedreasonforhisvehementandhopelessresistance。
　　Hemighthavesaidyetmoreinsolentthings;thekicksmighthavehitharder;Kinraiddidnothearorheed。Hissoulwasbeatingitselfagainstthebarsofinflexiblecircumstancereviewinginoneterribleinstantoftimewhathadbeen，whatmighthavebeen，whatwas。Yetwhilethesethoughtsthusstabbedhim，hewasstillmechanicallylookingoutforchances。Hemovedhisheadalittle，soastoturntowardsHaytersbank，whereSylviamustbequickly，ifsadly，goingabouthersimpledailywork;andthenhisquickeyecaughtHepburn'sface，blanchedwithexcitementratherthanfear，watchingeagerlyfrombehindtherock，wherehehadsatbreathlessduringtheaffrayandtheimpressmentofhisrival。
　　'Comehere，lad！'shoutedthespecksioneerassoonashesawPhilip，heavingandwrithinghisbodythewhilewithsomuchvigourthatthesailorsstartedawayfromtheworktheywereengagedinabouttheboat，andheldhimdownoncemore，asifafraidheshouldbreakthestrongropethatheldhimlikewithesofgreenflax。Buttheboundmanhadnosuchnotioninhishead。HismightywishwastocallHepburnnearthathemightsendsomemessagebyhimtoSylvia。'Comehere，Hepburn，'hecriedagain，fallingbackthistimesoweakandexhaustedthattheman—of—warsmenbecamesympathetic。
　　'Comedown，peepingTom，anddon'tbeafeared，'theycalledout。
　　'I'mnotafeared，'saidPhilip;'I'mnosailorforyo't'impressme:
　　norhaveyo'anyrighttotakethatfellow;he'saGreenlandspecksioneer，underprotection，asIknowandcantestify。'
　　'Yo'andyo'rtestifygohang。Makehaste，manandhearwhatthisgem'man，aswasinadirtyblubberywhale—ship，andisnowinhisMajesty'sservice，hasgottosay。Idaresay，Jack，'wentonthespeaker，'it'ssomemessagetohissweet—heart，askinghertocomefortoserveonboardshipalongwithhe，likeBillyTaylor'syoungwoman。'
　　Philipwascomingtowardsthemslowly，notfromwantofactivity，butbecausehewasundecidedwhatheshouldbecalledupontodoortosaybythemanwhomhehatedanddreaded，yetwhomjustnowhecouldnothelpadmiring。
　　Kinraidgroanedwithimpatienceatseeingone，freetomovewithquickdecision，soslowanddilatory。
　　'Comeonthen，'criedthesailors，'orwe'lltakeyoutooonboard，andrunyouupanddownthemain—mastafewtimes。Nothinglikelifeaboardshipforquickeningaland—lubber。'
　　'Yo'dbettertakehimandleaveme，'saidKinraid，grimly。'I'vebeentaughtmylesson;andseeminglyhehashisyettolearn。'
　　'HisMajestyisn'taschoolmastertoneedscholars;butajollygoodcaptaintoneedmen，'repliedtheleaderofthegang，eyeingPhilipnevertheless，andquestioningwithinhim—selfhowfar，withonlytwootheravailablemen，theydurstventureonhiscaptureaswellasthespecksioneer's。Itmightbedone，hethought，eventhoughtherewasthispowerfulcaptiveaboard，andtheboattomanagetoo;but，runninghiseyeoverPhilip'sfigure，hedecidedthatthetallstoopingfellowwasnevercutoutforasailor，andthatheshouldgetsmallthanksifhecapturedhim，topayhimforthepossibleriskoflosingtheother。Orelsethemerefactofbeingalandsmanwasofaslittleconsequencetothepress—gang，astheprotectingpaperswhichKinraidhadvainlyshowed。
　　'Yonfellowwouldn'thavebeenworthhisgrogthismanyaday，andbed——dtoyou，'saidhe，catchingHepburnbytheshoulder，andgivinghimapush。Philipstumbledoversomethinginthis，hisforcedrun。Helookeddown;hisfoothadcaughtinKinraid'shat，whichhaddroppedoffinthepreviousstruggle。Inthebandthatwentroundthelowcrown，aribbonwasknotted;apieceof。thatsameribbonwhichPhiliphadchosenout，withsuchtenderhope，togivetoSylviafortheCorneys'partyonNewYear'sEve。Hekneweverydelicatethreadthatmadeupthebriar—rosepattern;
　　andaspasmofhatredtowardsKinraidcontractedhisheart。Hehadbeenalmostrelentingintopityforthemancapturedbeforehiseyes;nowheabhorredhim。
　　Kinraiddidnotspeakforaminuteortwo。Thesailors，whohadbeguntotakehimintofavour，wereallagogwithcuriositytohearthemessagetohissweetheart，whichtheybelievedhewasgoingtosend。Hepburn'sperceptions，quickenedwithhisvehementagitationofsoul，wereawareofthisfeelingoftheirs;anditincreasedhisrageagainstKinraid，whohadexposedtheideaofSylviatobethesubjectofribaldwhispers。Butthespecksioneercaredlittlewhatotherssaidorthoughtaboutthemaiden，whomheyetsawbeforehisclosedeyelidsasshestoodwatchinghim，fromtheHaytersbankgully，wavingherhands，herhandkerchief，allinonepassion—atefarewell。
　　'Whatdoyo'wantwi'me？'askedHepburnatlastinagloomytone。Ifhecouldhavehelpedit，hewouldhavekeptsilencetillKinraidspokefirst;buthecouldnolongerendurethesailors'nudges，andwinks，andjestsamongthemselves。
　　'TellSylvia，'saidKinraid————
　　'There'sasmartnameforasweetheart，'exclaimedoneofthemen;butKinraidwentstraighton，——
　　'Whatyo'veseen;howI'vebeenpressedbythiscursedgang。'
　　'Civilwords，messmate，ifyouplease。Sylviacan'tabidecursingandswearing，I'msure。We'regentlemenservinghisMajestyonboardtheAlcestis，andthisproperyoungfellowshallbehelpedontomorehonourandglorythanhe'devergetbobbingforwhales。TellSylviathis，withmylove;
　　JackCarter'slove，ifshe'sanxiousaboutmyname。'
　　Oneofthesailorslaughedatthisrudehumour;anotherbadeCarterholdhisstupidtongue。Philiphatedhiminhisheart。Kinraidhardlyheardhim。Hewasgrowingfaintwiththeheavyblowshehadreceived，thestunningfallhehadmetwith，andthereactionfromhisdoggedself—controlatfirst。
　　Philipdidnotspeaknormove。
　　'Tellher，'continuedKinraid，rousinghimselfforanothereffort，'whatyo'veseen。TellherI'llcomebacktoher。Bidhernotforgetthegreatoathwetooktogetherthismorning;she'sasmuchmywifeasifwe'dgonetochurch;——I'llcomebackandmarryheraforelong。'
　　Philipsaidsomethinginarticulately。
　　'Hurra！'criedCarter，'andI'llbebestman。Tellher，toothatI'llhaveaneyeonhersweetheart，andkeephimfromrunningafterothergirls。'
　　'Yo'llhaveyo'rhandsfull，then，'mutteredPhilip，hispassionboilingoveratthethoughtofhavingbeenchosenoutfromamongallmentoconveysuchamessageasKinraid'stoSylvia。
　　'Makeanendofyo'rd——dyarns，andbeoff，'saidthemanwhohadbeenhurtbyKinraid，andwhohadsateapartandsilenttillnow。
　　Philipturnedaway;Kinraidraisedhimselfandcriedafterhim，——
　　'Hepburn，Hepburn！tellher————'whatheaddedPhilipcouldnothear，forthewordswerelostbeforetheyreachedhimintheoutwardnoiseoftheregularsplashoftheoarsandtherushofthewinddownthegully，withwhichmingledtheclosersoundthatfilledhisearsofhisownhurryingbloodsurgingupintohisbrain。Hewasconsciousthathehadsaidsomethingin。replytoKinraid'sadjurationthathewoulddeliverhismessagetoSylvia，attheverytimewhenCarterhadstunghimintofreshangerbytheallusiontothepossibilityofthespecksioneer's'runningafterothergirls，'for，foraninstant，Hepburnhadbeentouchedbythecontrastofcircumstances。Kinraidanhourortwoago，——Kinraidabanishedman;forinthosedays，animpressedsailormightlingeroutyearsonsomeforeignstation，farfromthoseheloved，whoallthistimeremainedignorantofhiscruelfate。
　　ButHepburnbegantowonderwhathehimselfhadsaid——howmuchofapromisehehadmadetodeliverthoselastpassionatewordsofKinraid's。
　　Hecouldnotrecollecthowmuch，howlittlehehadsaid;heknewhehadspokenhoarselyandlowalmostatthesametimeasCarterhadutteredhisloudjoke。ButhedoubtedifKinraidhadcaughthiswords。
　　AndthenthedreadInnerCreature，wholurksineachofourhearts，aroseandsaid，'Itisaswell:apromisegivenisafettertothegiver。
　　Butapromiseisnotgivenwhenithasnotbeenreceived。'
　　Atasuddenimpulse，heturnedagaintowardstheshorewhenhehadcrossedthebridge，andalmostrantowardsthevergeoftheland。Thenhethrewhimselfdownonthesoftfineturfthatgrewonthemarginofthecliffsoverhangingthesea，andcommandinganextentofviewtowardsthenorth。